| They have my money but you don’t have my soul
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| They have my hand but I am letting it go
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| I am the future so don’t mess with my flow
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| You think you own me now we’re taking control
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| It’s getting ol-ol-ol-ol-old
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| And you turn my weapons co-co-co-co-cold
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| I ain’t doing what I’m to-to-to-to-told
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| I’m keeping my gold
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| I’m keeping my gold
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| Well I saw you from a far
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| Through the glass in your car
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| And you’re shouting my name
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| You won’t see me again
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| Cause there’s cracks in the wall
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| And you’re starting to fall
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| You’ve got no one to call
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| I don’t need this no more
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| Don’t need this no more
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| Feeling fustrated as I run through the rain
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| Stuck to my skin and you show up sick of fame
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| Who are you to fuse the links in this chain
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| You just don’t get me it’s too hard to explain
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| It’s getting ol-ol-ol-ol-old
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| And you turn my weapons co-co-co-co-cold
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| I ain’t doing what I’m to-to-to-to-told
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| I’m keeping my gold
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| I’m keeping my gold
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| Well I saw you from a far
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| Through the glass in your car
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| And you’re shouting my name
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| You won’t see me again
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| Cause there’s cracks in the wall
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| And you’re starting to fall
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| You’ve got no one to call
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| I don’t need this no more
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| I don’t need this no more
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Now we’re taking control
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| Well I saw you from a far
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| Through the glass in your car
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| And you’re shouting my name
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| You won’t see me again
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| Cause there’s cracks in the wall
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| And you’re starting to fall
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| You’ve got no one to call
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| I don’t need this no more
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| No I don’t need this no more
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah woah
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| Woah woah
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| So I’m keeping my gold |