| Honey, it fits you like a glove
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| Holding bones around you
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| Your mask with the worn-out mouth
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| Fills your lungs like I do
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| Let’s have a two-on-two
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| Sarcastic rendezvous
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| I still can’t see what’s wrong with you
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| Though our minds are stuck like glue
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| There’s a fine line between falling and falling apart
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| And I just don’t know where to start
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| There’s a fine line between falling and falling apart
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| And I just don’t know if I’m ready to start
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| Yo
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| I gotta shake this hold
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| It’s not like you’re out to get me anyways
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| You and your pitch-black coat
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| My alter-ego could be anybody
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| Else, and out there
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| It’s not like I don’t care
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| I just can’t see myself doing something else
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| I’m erratic, I’m a radical
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| Back at it like I was never damaged
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| To err is human, I have proved it
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| I’m erratic, I’m a radical
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| Back at it like I was never damaged
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| Don’t tell me what I haven’t lived
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| You only win the game if you acid wash your brain
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| Grow up just the same
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| Don’t question how no one’s different now
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| I didn’t fill myself with smoke but that’s why I’m different now
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| There’s a fine line between falling and falling apart
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| And I just don’t know where to start
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| You could do it all
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| You could take my fall
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| But I’d rather do it all myself
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| Cause either I think too much or I don’t think at all
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| I could do it all, I could take the fall
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| But you’d rather do it all yourself
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| Cause either I think too much or I don’t think at all
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| I’m a radical |