| I’ll take a breath of that concrete
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| Step into the jungle with a gleam
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| And move like it’s trynna kill a dream
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| Cause I don’t' have a bone left in me
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| That’ll loan death pity when the grass I’m growin don’t green
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| Ode to the screams
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| Bouncing off the glass of the storefront window when the reaper walks past
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| We don’t have a grasp on the future
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| So the past that we’re used to
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| Is all that we ever want back
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| Running with the axe
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| Trynna chop the whole world down
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| Trynna fight your little trip to the ground
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| Cause you don’t wanna see the truth
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| Of the last breath made when the smooth song plays to the silence of sound
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| Yeah you will be found
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| And whether or not you want it to happen
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| I can guarantee it will go down
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| SO stop with the fighting
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| We’re all kind of frightened
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| But I don’t see the purpose in trynna cheat death
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| I’m so sick of this pace
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| Running around in circles trynna skip his blade
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| You cannot hide from forever
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| Inside from the weather
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| On the day you planned escape
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| He’ll find you down and out, high and dry
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| Leave you face down dead in your ways
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| I can’t go anywhere
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| Everywhere that I turn, I see you’re all that I know
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| I know
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| Everywhere that you go…
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| Everywhere that you go…
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| Everywhere that you go…
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| Follow…
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| I see it all from perspective
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| Floating on a dark cloud casted over fear of the view of where death is
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| Live by the setlist
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| Never say die with a fist in the air till the world stops spinning and we’re
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| breathless
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| Damn, running from a natural advance that’ll end with you lyin where you stand
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| And I can see the fear in the end of it
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| But never had ran
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| Cause never dying doesn’t seem to be a plan
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| SO I live for the moment
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| Never let the dark cloak change me, or make me be a person that I’m not
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| Cause if I’m gonna die now
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| Then I’d rather die proud
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| For the fact that I went out and gave it everything I got
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| Name in the rock
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| Rose on the ground in the grass that’ll grow in the soil of my plot
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| When I laid down to rest
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| Carving in the stone or a crest
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| Never cheat life to cheat death
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| I’m so sick of this pace
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| Running around in circles trynna skip his blade
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| You cannot hide from forever
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| Inside from the weather
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| On the day you planned escape
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| He’ll find you down and out, high and dry
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| Leave you face down dead in your ways
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| I can’t go anywhere
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| Everywhere that I turn, I see you’re all that I know
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| I know
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| Everywhere that you go…
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| Everywhere that you go…
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| Everywhere that you go…
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| Follow… |