| Someone’s always basking alone
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| She feels floating alone
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| My brotherhood is taken for a ride
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| Tears rolling down my baby’s eyes
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| Crimson lake around my feet
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| Homeless marching naked on streets
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| They’re broken and sad to hear the cries
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| Laughter running down from good eyes
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| Not a lot to save
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| Not a lot to save
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| Not a lot to save
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| So little to save, yeah
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| Baby, you know, just wants a fix, yeah
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| Well, says after this, well, she’ll quit, no
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| What do I got to lose when my juice is a dream
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| And someone’s always taken for a ride
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| Not a lot to save
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| Not a lot to save
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| Not a lot to save
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| So little to save, yeah
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| What you got to do
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| When your dreams is in tree
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| Someone always basking
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| Well, how lonely it seems
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| Someone’s always basking alone
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| She’ll feel floating alone
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| My brotherhood is taken for a ride, yeah
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| Tears rolling down my baby’s eyes, well
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| Well, you know not a lot
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| Yeah, well, you know, you got little
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| Yeah, well, you know, not a lot
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| Yeah, well, to save |