| So, coming, tryna break my fall
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| Leaving, spitting sticks and stones
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| And I lay awake I don’t know
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| This room will lead me to an open door.
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| But it’s alright, cause I can’t wait to see the trouble here tonight.
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| And so wake up, it’s just a little too late for conversations,
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| It’s just a bit too much doubt for me to make up,
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| But you’ll give it all that you got now, give it all that you got now,
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| give it all.
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| Slow, I feel ya, wrapping round my bones, I call ya but you’re never home
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| And am I a fool? |
| I don’t know. |
| And see me see the way the silver talks.
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| But it’s alright, cause I can’t wait to see the trouble here tonight
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| And so wake up, it’s just a little too late for conversations,
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| It’s just a bit too much doubt for me to make up,
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| But you’ll give it all that you got now, give it all that you got now,
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| give it all that you got now…
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| You should give it all.
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| And so wake up, it’s just a little too late for conversations,
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| It’s just a bit too much doubt for me to make up,
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| But you’ll give it all that you got now, give it all that you got now,
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| give it all. |