| There's smoke in the sky again
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| So I'm getting high again
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| Take another hit to the diaphragm
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| I never drew the diagram
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| How to deal with this shit
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| So I steal and lie again, whoa
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| You're my dream, you're my nightmare
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| Life is a bitch, she don't fight fair
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| Leave you right there
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| I was hoping that you'd notice my despair
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| Run away from the pain, I don't care, 'cause
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| First they incite the violence
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| Turn around and then they invite the silence
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| Burn it down and I think I need some guidance
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| The kids don't stand a chance
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| No, the kids don't stand a chance
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Fucking up my plans, like
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Getting fucked up again
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Thought I had the upper hand
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Getting fucked up again
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| This cycle is repetitive
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| Sex, rock 'n' roll, sedatives
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| Degenerates, need medicine
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| Spend money for the hell of it
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| I don't give a fuck what they selling
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| Like I'm celibate, no
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| And I know I'm a piece of shit
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| Shoulda learned by now, peace
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| Need it quick, or a piece of it
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| In school they ain't teaching it
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| Each of us tryna find release
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| But it seems a bit slow
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| First they incite the violence
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| Turn around and then they invite the silence
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| Burn it down and I think I need some guidance
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| The kids don't stand a chance
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| No, the kids don't stand a chance
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Fucking up my plans, like
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Getting fucked up again
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Thought I had the upper hand
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Getting fucked up again
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| Though I drink, smoke
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| Whatever you selling, I'm a sick joke
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| My president's a felon, and I can't cope
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| I'm in love with the pain
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| So I stick, poke with my kinfolk
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| Gimme drink, smoke
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| Whatever you selling, I'm a sick joke
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| My president's a felon, and I can't cope
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| I'm in love with the pain
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| We taking on the system 'cause it broke, woo
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| (Oh no!)
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Fucking up my plans, like
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Getting fucked up again
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| Old man trouble back again
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| Thought I had the upper hand
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no!
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| I'm back to the black again
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| Getting fucked up again
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| Oh no! |
| Oh no! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh No!!! , by - grandson. Song from the album a modern tragedy vol. 3, in the genre Альтернатива