| So tell me what ya know about hope
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| You tell me what ya know about free
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| There’s been blood on our knees since we were teens
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| Don’t tell me ya know what it means to breathe
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| There’s no world me and mine haven’t seen
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| You best believe
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| So tell me what ya know about growth
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| Tell me what ya know about me
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| There’s been blood in our teeth since our first meal
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| Don’t tell me ya know what it means to see
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| There’s no love me and mine havn’t grieved
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| You couldn’t feel
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| We don’t know what it is to sleep
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| Whn each night your eyes bleed
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| Cause there’s not a lot of steps between
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| Peace and utter misery
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| When you’re 17 and all you have is love and dreams
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| Those tunes we made as teens
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| Gave a way to grieve and get outta the scheme
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| But those early scars never leave
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| Those tunes and our art gave us a path out of the dark
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| But we still get lost without the light when we lead
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| This pain is real
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| Some of these words go back to 2014
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| Another ode to top scheme
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| A music dream we both laid out
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| But never got to see
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| Cause it’s been war in my pen |
| Since we were 10
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| It’s always been
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| Write your hate and pain away
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| To make tomorrow better than today
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| For your mates
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| Cause we don’t want things this way |