| Aunt Lisa said you can’t come around here no more
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| When we broke the bed she felt disrespected and all
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| Confused Said would I ever do that to you?
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| And in return I feel like I fool
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| Now I walk for days with nowhere to rest my head
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| Vape in my mouth but got a feeling that it might be dead
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| There’s no smoke
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| As I reach in my pocket for my phone
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| There’s no texts, there’s no missed calls
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| In the morning we can start
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| We can start over, again
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| Reading about traumas In our daughters
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| Has got me shook I got things to learn
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| I got fears to burn til then I won’t cook
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| A bun in my oven when I wanna get wet
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| No matter how my guy protests
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| On the third day, we shall rise again
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| And come back around
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| Been here before, kinda sick of myself
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| But also quite proud It’s hard, being at the mercy of man
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| And dealing my cards with the wrong hand
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| In the morning we can start
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| We can start over, again
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| In the morning we can start
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| We can start over, again |