| Blood on your tongue
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| You’re tellin everyone
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| That you’re just a little late to the party
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| Scrub 'til it’s numb, you’re talking like you’re dumb
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| So no matter what you do you can’t hide it
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| Nothing beats a brain
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| Quite like it does
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| You’ll be telling everyone you know
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| You’re just reaping seeds that you have sown
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| Message sent no compliment
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| No one cares when anybody left
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| Your last love you just cast and spent on soul
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| You’ve grown
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| Blood on your tongue you’re telling everyone
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| That you’re just a little late to the party
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| Asking where you wen’t, the bullshit incident
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| But you swallow every word yeah you fight it
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| Blood in your lungs
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| You’re choking on it some
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| But you feel a simple pain in the pleasure
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| Blood in your guts it’s packed in there it clots
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| From the bottom to the top but you make it stop
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| You’ll be telling everyone you know
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| You’re just reaping seeds that you have sown
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| Message sent no compliment
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| No one cares when anybody left
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| Your last love you just cast and spent on soul
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| You’ve grown |