| Today I wasn’t even gonna take a shower
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| And then I got a call sayin that my cousin died in a fire
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| So I washed myself for what seemed like three hours
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| With tears and rusty water
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| I need some of that Calgon take me away action immediately
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| Before I start scrubbing my hands hard repeatedly
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| I’m stuck somewhere lethargic between reality
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| And a fuckin Tool video — WAKE ME UP!
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| I’ve said goodbye too many times in these 22 long ones
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| And here I am wavin again; |
| so long friend
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| I should have told her how this town doesn’t like it when people leave
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| So it finds ways to keep them
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| It sows seeds and reaps them
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| And now she’s part of that harvest, but different from all the others
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| Ask her mother how her smile touched souls and warmed cold hearts
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| Monique I miss you
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| I wish I could’ve kissed you farewell
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| And given you that tattoo you always asked for
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| But when I’m done tattin Thug Life on God’s stomach
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| You got next; |
| I’m done, y’all take what you want from it
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| I’m goin to wash my hands
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| I miss you girl |