| Now I was standin' in the middle of it all
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| Trying to face it
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| Everything around me has been a break in the chain that I placed faith
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| And it figures
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| Cause ever since I was a youngin'
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| I was running with the devil
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| In a race to the bottom of my patience
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| Scattered
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| Trying to pick the pieces off the ground
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| Love is nothing but a memory
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| I fight to keep around now
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| The beats on
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| But I’m laggin'
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| Never catchin' it
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| The never-ending circle
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| A definition of irrelevant, a man
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| With nothing but a pencil in his hand
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| Tryin' to scribble down it permanent
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| So he can feed his fam
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| But you take it all for granted
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| You walk into my temple open-handed
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| But you don’t see the terrifying things that I’ve been keeping
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| Underneath these bloody bandages
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| You see the world’s much realer on this side of the camera lens
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| You see depth, but only get six feet
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| I cheat death and never get no sleep
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| It doesn’t matter who you are
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| The sun is gonna set behind you
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| All alone in these streets
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| It doesn’t matter where you go
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| The night is always owed a little bit of inside you
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| It doesn’t help you’re never getting no sleep
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| Yo
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| Now Chords told me I should rap for a bit
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| Fuck a typical design
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| I was floating in the ether
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| Trying to ease a worried mind, feeling
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| Drunk, weaving, trying to leave it all behind
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| Life’s mystery is leaving and chasing it through the vines
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| But I’m
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| Fine with it
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| I never need the definition
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| I’m getting used to them spelling me with a letter missing
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| Another pistol in my hand
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| Drawing pictures in the sand
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| When I’m slowly becoming one of my premonitions, heavy
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| They call me heavy
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| I was following the light that was shining
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| And signifying the ending of it
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| The flies gather in a bottle even if it’s empty
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| It’s tempting
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| To know that even just a simple little thought of it can leave them trembling
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| on the floor
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| You looking at me like I haven’t been around it before, man
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| You want the recipe for just one piece
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| I cheat death and never get no sleep
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| It doesn’t matter who you are
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| The sun is gonna set behind you
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| All alone in these streets
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| It doesn’t matter where you go
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| The night is always owed a little bit of inside you
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| It doesn’t help you’re never getting no sleep |