| Don’t be late
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| There’s no time to be afraid
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| There’s a way
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| To clean up the mess you’ve made
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| If I could tell the truth
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| Or lie would I
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| Attempt the two at the same time
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| Expect you to apologize for trying
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| To make me so uptight
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| Don’t say it’s just a game
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| We play
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| I can’t lose the taste
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| If you regulate how the blood is pumping
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| Through the veins
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| From my heart into my head
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| (In time this blood supply
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| Will change me from red to white)
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| Every thought that you know I’m thinking
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| May as well be the knife stuck in my back
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| This taxing fever makes me gravitate
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| To this place
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| (This is still my life
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| Not yours to defy)
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| Anyone in their right mind would never let you inside
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| Anyone in their right mind
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| I’ve broken ties with the neighborhood
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| I’m feeling like a bum in the city
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| Waiting only to take a drink
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| From an empty glass
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| Of nothing good
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| Sinking like a stone in the sea
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| Without the oxygen I need
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| Deciding as I wait for it to entertain
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| Careful not to breathe in, to breathe in, to breathe in
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| The right time and the right way to elevate
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| Careful not to breathe in, to breathe in, to breathe in
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| To breathe in the air
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| That so proudly puts to death
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| My own fathers name
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| I remember when your hands started shaking
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| There’s a better way
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| To clean out the mess you’ve been making |