| Woman I’ll give you the grand tour
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| Theres no reason for you to look closer
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| But you do so I show you
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| It ain’t pretty here now but it will be One day I promise, when the sunrays are honest
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| I chip away at the tint on the windows
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| Stain in the glass, it’s a pain in the ass
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| I scrape and I scratch 'til my arms grow weary
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| Meanwhile I warn you not to stand near me I think I built the fence a little late
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| The demons were already in, now they can’t escape
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| I been toe to toe with most of em’though
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| As a whole they must perish in order for me to grow
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| Hide up in the gloomy little cracks that they inhabit
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| They pass away the day I deactivate my habits
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| Each one gets buried in the backyard
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| As tiny little graves marked only by a black scar
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| Kindly watch your step
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| The silence hasn’t finished being awkward yet
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| Trophies lay in the basement to stay safe
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| Today’s mistakes are in a lighted trophy case though
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| And I want you to know
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| I only invited you cos I ain’t thought you would show
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| But I’ll be damned if you ain’t grab my hand
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| And presented yourself on the threshhold of the heartland
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| «Are you here to confuse me»
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| (I don’t mean to confuse you)
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| You’ll notice antiques swords adorn the wall
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| There really not here for decoration at all
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| I save them shits from old relationships
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| and I swing’em at you later if you stay in the mix
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| Don’t you realise nobody’s really been inside here
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| Since it was last drenched in dried tears
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| Decorating was a senseless idea
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| Cos only the blind lonely prince resides here
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| We dine here on a balanced diet
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| Ego when it’s loud, self-hatred when it’s quiet
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| Inside the castle this is what the life is Sign here after you read the fine print
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| It’s not much but all of it’s yours
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| Take great caution if you wanna explore
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| Watch your head when you opening the doors
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| And always remember that the choice was yours |