| Oh, mm, ah
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| Mm, hey, mm
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| Oh, mm, ah
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| Mm, hey, mm
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| Been a minute since I’ve been in my bag
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| I’ve gotten so far detached
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| The summer’s gotten darker than the last
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| But it’s fucked bein' sad
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| When you’re in it, man, life hits you fast
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| But I’m learning how to deal
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| With the weight of the world on your lap
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| Gotta pinch yourself to make sure it’s real
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| Three strikes hang over my head, mm
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| As these three strikes hang over my head, mm
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| As these
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| As these
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| Been a minute since I’ve walked out alone
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| Keepin' my head in my phone
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| Stuck in my room, I feel safe on my own
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| And uncomfortable at the same time
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| They say that the pain comes and goes
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| And so once it explodes
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| You’d better hold on to the love that you know
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| Because you still got, you still got your soul
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| As these three strikes hang over my head, mm (Head, h-head)
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| As these three strikes hang over my head
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| These three strikes hang over my head (H-head)
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| As these three strikes hang over my head
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| As these three strikes hang over my head, h-head, mm
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| As these
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| As these
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| Three strikes, I’m out
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| My light’s gone out
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| I will be the same again
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| With three strikes, I’m out
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| I need time out
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| Till I can feel the same again
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| These three strikes hang over my head
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| Head, h-head |