| I became for you what you would ask, telepath
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| You’re too young to ask out loud
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| I’m too old to not know that
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| I can talk like you’ve not heard
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| I know weapons, you think words
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| I expose you to these terms
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| You still chose to roll unheard
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| That could work but not so fast
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| You’re so open, I’m so crass
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| I’m too weak to hold that back
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| You still think intrigue will last
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| Can’t imagine of my past
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| I just can’t explain all that
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| I wish I could trade your place
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| So romantic, full of faith
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| I must spare you
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| I must learn
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| I refuse to be your first
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| First to put you in your place
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| First to make you speed your pace
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| I’m a man now, good or bad
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| You’re a girl still, good for you
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| Don’t think this don’t make me sad
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| This is something I must do
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| Come on
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| Keep your own time, leave me be
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| Trying to spare you, trying to be
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| God melodic, man on fire
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| Coward long gone, all desire
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| Fuck you raw now, it’s my fault
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| Fuck you raw, dog, I can’t stop
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| Should have listened
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| Should have left
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| I can’t stop unless you jet
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| It’s so simple, open head
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| I will knit my savage thread
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| Help me help you walk away
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| Leave this unamazing grace
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| You don’t know from pure disgrace
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| I’m not even really here
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| I can’t give what I can’t take
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| What a ride
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| What a slide under the door
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| What a score
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| You think I’m a genius
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| I know I’m a whore
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| What a time
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| What a climate for our lives
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| What’s in store?
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| You see live forever
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| All I see is war
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| I will pull your hair back
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| Fuck you on the floor
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| Pour myself into the act
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| Poor myself, boo-hoo, I’m bad
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| 'Cause I know that these moments end
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| But telling you the truth is sad
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| You deserve the ignorance and bliss that I still wish I had
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| Don’t you let me keep you here
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| Don’t ignore my greatest fear
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| I need you to not need me
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| You need not believe, just flee
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| I will put myself inside you
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| Find some way to run and hide, you
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| I can’t be responsible
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| Do as I say not as I do
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| Keep your own time, leave me be
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| Trying to spare you, trying to be
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| God melodic, man on fire
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| Coward long gone, all desire
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| Fuck you raw now, it’s my fault
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| Fuck you raw, dog, I can’t stop
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| Should have listened
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| Should have left
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| I can’t stop unless you jet
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| It’s so simple, open head
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| I will knit my savage thread
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| Help me help you walk away
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| Leave this unamazing grace
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| You don’t know from pure disgrace
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| I’m not even really here
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| I can’t give what I can’t take
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| This is not my ego talking
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| I know I’m no perfect draw
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| And I do love the way you lay there
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| I do like the way we talk
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| Maybe I’m just condescending
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| Maybe this thing isn’t wrong
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| Maybe you should lay right there
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| Put your hands up in the air
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| Keep your own time, leave me be
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| Trying to spare you, trying to be
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| God melodic, man on fire
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| Coward long gone, all desire
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| Fuck you raw now, it’s your fault
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| Fuck you raw, dog, I can’t stop
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| Should have listened
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| Should have left
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| I can’t stop unless you jet
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| It’s so simple, open head
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| I will knit my savage thread
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| Help me help you walk away
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| Leave this unamazing grace
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| You don’t know from pure disgrace
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| I was never even here
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| I can’t give what I can’t take
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| You still think I’m here to save?
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| This is my type of religion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Overly Dramatic Truth , by - El-P. Song from the album I'll Sleep When You're Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп