| Oh, my mama she used to say
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| You’ll burn the blister, we sit all day
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| But now I’m older, things haven’t changed
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| I’m still this stupid, life seems the same
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| Car seat drama, I’m unaware
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| You broke the pieces we used to share
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| You leave the city, cash in hand
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| I’ll take the picture and I’ll walk you back
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| Oh, I found it hurting (?)
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| Oh, I found it hurting (?)
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| Oh, I found it hurting (?)
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| Oh, I found it hurting (?)
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| Oh, red herring, I’ve seen your face
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| This world is golden, and yours to take
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| I’ll take a picture of my mama
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| Getting robbed by my little brother
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| Oh, I found it hurting (?)
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| He wanted to, you know
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