| Sorry 'bout my head, it’s not here
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| I’m still learning how to fear
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| I’m too spirited for one of a kind
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| About my head, it’s all near
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| But I’m learning how to steer
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| It’s a miracle that I still oblige, oblige
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| Sorry 'bout my head, it’s in space
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| I’m still learning how to pace
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| I’m too atheist to pray for my life
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| About my head, it’s on straight
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| But I’m all over the place
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| I’m too making-shift for shaping a life
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| I pledge my love to the runt who never got away
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| I mend my cuts for the runt that you convinced to stay, to stay
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| Where is your head? |
| I don’t fret
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| I’m just asking for a friend, he’s got enemies that beckon the light
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| His name is Bren, don’t forget
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| An irrational lament that you left for him on Benedict Drive
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| I pledge my love to the runt who never got away
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| I mend my cuts for the runt that you convinced to stay, to stay
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| Do you remember them? |
| The blind, they paid no mind
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| (You wrap me up)
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| Split on the cusp and just in time you made it right
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| (You wrap me up)
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| I won’t forget about the way you saved my life
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| You wrap me up
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| You wrap me up
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| You wrap me up
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| First aid
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| First aid
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| First aid
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| First aid
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| I would slit his wrists and reminisce it if it wasn’t for my sis
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| She’s got heart the size of I-95, I drive |