| 2:00am or something
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| And the past won’t leave the present alone
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| Won’t leave me alone
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| The underground’s not for everyone
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| The things you learn working the graveyard
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| The graveyard
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| And although I’d never listen
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| Your voice is loud in my
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| My goddamn head, boy
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| All the other animals are laughing at me and you
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| Yeah, it’s just me and you
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| Can’t escape this perspective
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| Or the mark that was left on me
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| Damaged goods for the world to see
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| They walk straight past and away from me
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| Will you? |
| I know what those hands can do
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| How I wish you’d use them on me
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| Like I was an instrument
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| Feels good, doesn’t it?
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| Yeah, I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel better
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| I know I’m lucky, this makes me feel
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| Animal and real
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| Then 2:00am came around
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| Drove his car into the ground
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| Smother the pain with sound
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| Or is it just bringing you down?
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| Let’s talk about saving face
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| Let’s talk about putting me in my place
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| Come out and then walk away, walk away
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| Walk away, walk away
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| As long as you came |