| The place that I grew up was hard to leave
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| It had everything I loved and hated and in-between
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| Had visions and intuitions of a west coast theme
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| But we were smoking synthetic
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| When I slept, I couldn’t dream
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| So how I’m supposed to see what I know I truly mean
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| When my eyes are glazed over and my brain can’t breathe
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| When Jane and El left to show me a couple of things
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| Like you ain’t gotta settle with the metal this town breeds
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| But how do I dash and carve out my own path
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| When I don’t see no problem with livin' and sleepin' in trash
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| It was the highlight of our year to get a quarter ounce back
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| Finally we had something to release the anger we had
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| But just as all things do, it started to get old
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| Everyday on rewind, I played the same old role
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| Had a chip on my shoulder, almost to the point I would scold
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| Anyone of my old friends that told me stay home
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| 'Cause they didn’t get it and I got that they never would
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| Don’t want to die in a place where the graves are made of mud
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| What
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| SESH
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| Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do
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| Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do
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| Silence creeps, the violence speaks, I let the
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| Violin sing so violently I got to
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| Finally see my dreams will fight for me
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| Nightmares calling out to me
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| Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids
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| Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it
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| Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids
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| Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it
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| Caring 'bout your money, that’s the hardest thing |