| Look, they say the universe
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| It works in a strange way
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| And it must be true
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| Because we ain’t from the same background
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| Or same place
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| But me and Leslie ended up on that same train
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| I’m talkin' every day
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| I used to wake up around seven or eight
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| To catch the 9:06 to Norbury station
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| Two different worlds in the same location
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| One day we ended up speaking
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| And I would talk about college
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| She would talk about meetings
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| And how she’s plannin' on leavin'
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| How she hates what she does
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| But she needs it
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| I asked her what she would do when it’s the weekend
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| But she said, she said
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| «I don’t know myself
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| I don’t know myself no more»
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| She used to be the life of the party, for true
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| And now she goin' out hardly ever
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| Her man got her in the yard forever
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| And her friends wanna help
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| But it’s hard to tell her
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| Hard to let her know that her man’s possessive
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| And aggressive
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| And she can’t even see it
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| But for them it’s clear as day she’s in a situation
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| Her friend Hannah had a friend that was manipulative
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| So she can see it from a mile off
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| Turtle-neck jumpers, make-up around the eye spots
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| All the signs were there
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| But Leslie made it seem a light affair
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| Said it wasn’t right to share
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| Her boyfriend was a mystery man
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| I didn’t know much about him
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| But he’s been in the can
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| Name’s Jason, he’s a bad boy with no reasonin'
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| To be honest, I don’t know what Les sees in him
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| 'Cause she’s a good girl with a sweet heart
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| But they both got demons in the deep past
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| You know opposites attract, apparently
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| Never heard her talk about her family ever, uh-uh
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| He was all that she had
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| Until they had an argument and he stopped callin' her back
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| And I don’t know if there was more to the story than that
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| 'Cause she plays things down
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| But according to that
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| He went missing one day in the morning, he ran
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| She’s doin' over-time, struggling affordin' a flat
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| 'Til she lost her job, it fucked all of her plans
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| Couldn’t pay the rent
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| Borrowin' and callin' for cash
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| But Hannah, she was there for her
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| Cared for her
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| When I saw Les, she told me
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| «I don’t know myself
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| I don’t know myself no more»
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| Les sayin' «I got nothin' to live for
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| It’s been raw but, David, I ain’t ever been this poor
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| There’s no income, my boyfriend left me
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| So how the fuck am I gonna survive when this kid’s born»
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| And I said, «It's a blessing, as mad as it is
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| And, Les, I never even knew that you were havin' a kid»
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| Bro, she’s four months pregnant
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| Young and neglected
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| Single, but I don’t think she wants to accept it
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| So she’s still textin' exes
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| Tryna get this back on track
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| But I don’t think that she gets it
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| It’s emotional obsession
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| Clinical depression
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| «Life is a lesson
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| You ain’t gotta sit and cry
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| And, Leslie, livin' in this gift called life
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| There’s no better gift than the gift of life
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| So, can you handle it?»
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| «I don’t know myself
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| I don’t know myself no more»
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| But that changed here perspective
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| Late in December, her baby’s expected to drop
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| She’s accepted, excited, electric, pumped
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| Only gotta wait a few months
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| Her and Hannah had lunch
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| Told her she’s pregnant
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| And they’re the closest of bredren
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| So she didn’t stop to tell her
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| I think that’s it’s an error
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| You ain’t a mum for a day, you’re a mum forever
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| Whatever, and you and Jason break up whenever
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| If I’m honest, that’s something you shoulda done together
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| She doesn’t know that her and Jason goin' out again
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| And Jason doesn’t know that Leslie’s carrying a child for them
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| She had daydreams of settlin' down with Jason
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| Better 'cause now they’re together it’s wild
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| Feelin' like she needs to call her friends and tell 'em
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| 'Cause, while she’s lettin' 'em down, but most of them are never around
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| She calls Hannah the next day
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| Still tryna figure out the best way
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| To tell her that she’s gettin' back together with her ex flame
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| So she left her a voicemail
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| Like «Yo, Hannah, it’s Les
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| Can you call me back?
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| I wanna talk about the baby
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| You, me, Jason, all of that
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| I been feelin' like I need to get my aura back
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| I used to be so fuckin' confident
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| But these days, I swear that
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| I don’t know myself
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| I don’t know myself no more"
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| It’s 3:30
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| Leslie was meant to get a scan |
| But today I think she’s goin' home early
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| Tryna talk to Jason, tell him 'bout the kid
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| Addressing any reservations
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| Have that conversation
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| Middle of the summer and it’s rainin'
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| Waitin' at the train station
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| Hella cancellations, so she gets a taxi
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| Sittin' in the back seat
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| Blue jean jacket and a maxi
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| Actually tired and her legs are achin'
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| Touched her destination
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| Way faster that the cab driver’s estimation
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| She put the key in the door
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| She couldn’t believe what she see on the floor
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| Some size-five trainers
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| Ragin', tears in her eyes, but it’s cool
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| 'Cause they must be the neighbour’s
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| And Jason’s in the bedroom, fully naked
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| Leslie runnin' up the stairs but she’s makin' noise
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| And she can hear Jason’s voice sayin'
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| «Hide in the closet»
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| But he’s made his choice
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| So she bursts in
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| Sayin', «What kind of person
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| Would cheat on his pregnant girlfriend?»
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| Jason sayin', «What the fuck? |
| You’re pregnant?
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| What the fuck? |
| You weren’t even gonna tell me
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| I mean, what the fuck
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| What d’you want from us?
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| Nah, you ain’t in love
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| You just wanna love
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| Leslie tellin' Jason, «I don’t want our love
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| I don’t want a you-and-I, I don’t want a us
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| And also, I don’t wanna talk loads
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| One more line, before I dash like Morse code
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| Open the wardrobe»
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| And Jason’s on the edge
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| «I just wanna see if she was prettier than me
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| Slimmer than me
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| Maybe your baby’s similar to me
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| Maybe you wanted someone thicker than me
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| Fitter than me
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| To satisfy you quicker than me
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| I got your baby in my stomach and you did this to me
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| What did I ever do to you for you to finish with me?
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| I didn’t believe my girls, but they were thinkin' of me
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| And give it to me, the wardrobe, give me the key»
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| I was pullin' at the door, but Jason’s bigger than me
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| Literally, I remember viscerally
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| Jason pullin' from behind me, now he’s grippin' on me
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| White flashes, eye gashes, he’s hittin' me, see
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| I just wanted to disappear, I wasn’t livin' for me
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| Physically, I shut the fuckin' doors, quick as could be
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| He’s outside, askin' why I made him do what he did
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| Using a kick to open up the room that I’m in
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| I’m feelin' afraid, barricaded with a chair in the handle
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| I’m hearin' sirens, I just wanna run away, but I can’t
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| Jason’s gone by the time police have come
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| And they saw that there ain’t no one else in the house
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| The feds are runnin' through the door, shoutin'
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| «We have reports of an argument with a woman
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| There’s blood all over the floor
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| And it’s splattered onto the wall
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| Leslie’s on the bed and she’s tryna speak to the feds
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| She’s deep in the stress and there’s metres above her head
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| If anything
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| She couldn’t even say anything
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| But she’s got this really sharp pain where her belly is
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| So they call an ambulance
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| Leslie even had planned for this
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| Police are in the room tryna find the missing piece of the puzzle
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| Until they stumble on somethin' that’s kinda random
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| It’s a phone
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| In the wardrobe
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| It had five missed calls from Jason
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| And also a couple other numbers
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| So they’re thinkin' that it’s no help
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| Until they play the voicemail
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| Like «Yo, Hannah, it’s Les
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| Can you call me back?
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| I wanna talk about the baby
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| You, me, Jason, all of that
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| I been feelin' like I need to get my aura back
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| I used to be so fuckin' confident
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| But these days, I swear that
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| I don’t know myself
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| I don’t know myself no more"
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| She felt sick to her stomach, she started panickin'
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| Mind rattlin'
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| Tryna understand what Hannah did
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| Battlin' the shame, 'cause the situation embarrassin'
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| Tryna fathom it
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| Betrayed by her own garrison
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| Meanwhile, she’s on the deck
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| Tryna manage this piercing pain in her stomach
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| She couldn’t handle it
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| Now she’s waiting for an ambulance
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| And I know she’s strong
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| But when I heard about what happened I was overshocked
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| Her nose was gone, her jawline shattered and rot
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| They said her baby was the reason she was holdin' on
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| She’s dozing off
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| Doctors gettin' no response
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| Her heart rate’s slowin' down and they don’t know what’s wrong
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| Picked her up, got her out of the home
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| And on to the stretcher for good measure
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| But she’s fading out
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| She took damage to the brain
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| And now she’s in a coma as we speak
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| But I ain’t sure if she can make it out |
| You see, this time that I’m takin' out to tell you the story
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| Is more that a song or track
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| It’s a message to a woman with a toxic man
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| I’m beggin' you to get support if you’re lost or trapped
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| I understand that I can never understand
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| And I ain’t sayin' that it’s easy
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| But it must be right
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| Some of your sisters, aunties, mums or wives are fucked inside
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| And they won’t ever touch on why
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| I’m touched, 'cause I’ve seen women that are loved or liked
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| Cry a little red tear for a bloodshot eye
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| This shit’s awful
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| No matter what culture, it ain’t normal
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| Men try and twist it and make it seem like it’s your fault
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| In that train full of people that you’re takin'
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| How many Leslies are runnin' from their Jasons?
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| Angel without wings
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| Like the day without the night
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| To bring her peace
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| A song without a voice
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| A spark without a flame
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| A child without a name
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| Oh it’s just wrong
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| Like an ocean without a shore
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| A soldier without a war
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| How can we do this anymore?
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| A song without a voice
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| A spark without a flame
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| A child without a name
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| Oh it’s just wrong
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| Well, we’ve made a massive amount
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| Of progress in this last year, haven’t we?
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| Feels like a long journey
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| And I must say
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| It’s been a pleasure
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| To watch you mature and grow
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| In thought and in your career and life
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| You’ve opened up immensely
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| I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t miss these sessions
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| But you know, you can never stop learning about yourself
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| So you’re always welcome
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| I’m just happy you’re at a place now
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| Where you feel you understand your emotions
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| And are in control |