| Tattered ghost ships sailin' outta sight
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| I’ve been writing about them most of my life
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| Couldn’t find it in my heart of hearts to lie about the fight
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| So I set it all on fire and disappeared into the night
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| Now you were looking for some flaws?
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| Let me hit you with that list
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| Some of y’all were talkin' at me like I didn’t own my shit
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| Bloody murder was that script
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| Now I’m walking on a fine line carefully
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| I don’t need anyone takin' care of me
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| You seem a little shocked
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| Is it 'cause you smell the kerosene?
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| 'Cause I made a profit out of using my self-destruction as therapy
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| I own that
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| I put it out in front and let the cold pass
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| But you still try to chip away my highs like you use a low pass, so fuck it
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| This is not the first time I’ve had to cope
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| Or had to measure out the distance of the gallows rope
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| I tasted every single toxin in that cloud of smoke
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| Surroundin' you allowin' you to pretend that you know, but you don’t
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| If-if you were pushin' through that night shift
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| Runnin' all day
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| Workin' all night
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| Money tight
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| Not a dollar to spend, would you do it again?
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| (I would, I would)
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| Because I was pushin' through that night shift
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| Runnin' all day
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| Workin' all night
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| Over-time
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| For a dollar to spend, just to do it again!
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| (I would, I would, I would)
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| Deep waters conceal the darkest of truths
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| I’ve been around it since a youth
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| And even though I’ll never truly understand it or break it down to the roots
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| I always navigate it honest and true
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| Oh you were lookin' for some dirt
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| Let me give your ass a spade look
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| Underminin' me has become as popular as Facebook
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| I turn another page
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| You keep givin' me the same look
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| Actin' like I shouldn’t catch my compliments and pain with the same hook
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| I’m climbin'
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| I don’t need to put it all behind me
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| The past is underneath me
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| I ditch the anchor and fly free
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| The simple flash of a moment tryin' to blind me is somethin' you’ll learn is
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| impossible to define me, so fuck it
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| This is not my first song and dance
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| This is not my resignation letter to the fans
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| This is something that you’ll probably never understand
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| Until you learn to face your battles like a man, but you can’t
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| If-if you were pushin' through that night shift
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| Runnin' all day
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| Workin' all night
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| Money tight
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| Not a dollar to spend, would you do it again?
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| (I would, I would)
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| Because I was pushin' through that night shift
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| Runnin' all day
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| Workin' all night
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| Over-time
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| For a dollar to spend, just to do it again!
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| (I would, I would, I would) |