| He wrote me
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| «Coming back to the Sheba ghost, I thought of Solomon’s list
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| Of all those signs one is only to name to quicken the heart»
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| I’m sorry that I always start shit
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| I’m sorry that I seem so heartless
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| Sorry I bled on the carpet
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| And sleep all day in your apartment
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| (Sorry) I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| (I'm sorry) I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| (Sorry) I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| (Feels so empty now) I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| Sorry, I’m sorry
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| I feel so helpless now
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| I know you want someone I can’t be
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| You’ll always be someone I can’t please
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| Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| Taste of these chemical veins
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| My intuition is lifted whenever I hit or sip it
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| I got it, I get it till I am forgetting my name
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| What’s death but an option?
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| I’m shit like my posture
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| Feel like an imposter
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| Live life like a monster
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| Just sad that I lost her
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| Now drown in the pain
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| Of these chemical veins
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| See you down the bottom of barrels I’m fishing in
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| Stomp me out, toss me like roaches into the wind
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| At night the devil start speaking
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| Sews hate in my heart till I’m heated
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| I pull on the seams just to breathe in
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| Still pushing down urges, still fiendin'
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| Float away
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| Into the clouds, created by bullets
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| Throw away
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| All of my feelings, my brain says they’re useless
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| Feel like my friends think I’m stupid (I'm sorry)
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| Nothing got good I’m not clueless (I'm sorry)
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| Keep my eyes low in my hoodie (I'm sorry)
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| Intuition left me bloody (Ahh)
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| Taste of these chemical veins
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| My intuition is lifted whenever I hit or sip it
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| I got it, I get it till I am forgetting my name
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| What’s death but an option?
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| I’m shit like my posture
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| Feel like an imposter
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| Live life like a monster
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| Just sad that I lost her
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| Now drown in the pain
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| Of these chemical veins
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| Taste of these chemical veins
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| My intuition is lifted whenever I hit or sip it
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| I got it, I get it till I am forgetting my name
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| What’s death but an option?
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| I’m shit like my posture
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| Feel like an imposter
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| Live life like a monster
|
| Just sad that I lost her
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| Now drown in the pain
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| Of these chemical veins
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| Taste of these chemical veins
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| My intuition is lifted whenever I hit or sip it
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| I got it, I get it till I am forgetting my name
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| What’s death but an option?
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| I’m shit like my posture
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| Feel like an imposter
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| Live life like a monster
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| Just sad that I lost her
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| Now drown in the pain
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| Of these chemical veins |