| So I see the setting sun, and I get to feeling numb
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| Down on that side of town, back where no fun’s around
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| Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be
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| Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free
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| So (Low)
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| So, so (Low)
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| I can’t believe you (Called)
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| So (Low)
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| Yeah, as the joint burns
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| To the point that it stinging my finger
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| Tracks my talk show platform
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| Part Phil Donahue, part Jerry Springer
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| Momma come when I bring her
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| She go where I send her, kept it trill from the beginning
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| From Square One maintain Square Business
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| Don’t concern yourself with my mingling with other bitches
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| So crafty, mastered the flow
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| Alaska cold, silent foot assassin approach
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| High when I stroll
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| Not even leaving foot prints in the snow, you know
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| So I see your face again, back where I’ve been traveling
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| Time, I think it seems, to have it’s grip on me
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| Friends, they say they call it for you, no matter what I offer you
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| Can’t believe in history, living in this misery |