| And so it’s back to it now
|
| Enough turned out to be enough somehow
|
| What the fuck are you gonna do
|
| That was me, it wasn’t you
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| I packed light
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| And got right out
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| Left a lot behind no
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| More rhymes and less words
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| I will keep them tucked under
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| At least you have another way to go
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| At least you have another life to
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| And I have places for things again
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| From now on I’ll hold more in
|
| Turns out that I don’t owe you shit
|
| And it was never my intention
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| To cause you harm
|
| Or to make you sore
|
| And I don’t know what the final score is
|
| All I know is
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| These days I’m quite over it
|
| At least you have another way to go
|
| At least you have another life to
|
| At least you have another life to lose
|
| At least you have another life to lose
|
| And so it’s back to it now
|
| Enough turned out to be enough somehow
|
| What the fuck are you gonna do
|
| That was me, it wasn’t you
|
| I packed light
|
| And got right out
|
| Left a lot behind
|
| No more rhymes
|
| And use less words
|
| And I will keep them all tucked under
|
| And I have places for things again
|
| From now on I’ll hold more in
|
| Turns out that I don’t owe you shit
|
| And it was never my intention
|
| To cause you harm
|
| Or make you sore
|
| And I don’t know what the final score is
|
| All I know is
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| These days I’m quite over it |