| I’m walking down my soul
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| Searching for something to hold
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| They don’t know
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| You don’t gotta corpse to be alone
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| I’m walking down my soul
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| Searching for something to hold
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| They don’t know
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| You don’t gotta corpse to be alone
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| Too Far Gone-
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| Burn it all kill it all
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| No sweat
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| While I’m using that flame
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| Sparking up a cigarette
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| You dead I’m dead
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| Who next?
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| Fuck a check
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| Only here to be collecting your heads
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| I remember ducking feds
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| No respect
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| Working for a check
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| Now It’s all gone all gone
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| Tell me, what’s left?
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| Sand in my shoes
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| A disease in my head
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| Can’t get a clue
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| Don’t know what to expect
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| You eyeing my riches
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| The shit I collect
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| I’m a scavenger
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| Move ‘fore I open your neck
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| You swinging them fists
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| And I’m laughing to death
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| I’ma pull out some shit
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| That’ll show me your flesh
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| I’ma walking tornado
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| Destroying the path
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| This wasteland is mine
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| Disagree and you’re dead
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| You wanting my spot
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| Well you misunderstand
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| You cannot kill
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| What you will never catch
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| I’m walking down my soul
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| Searching for something to hold
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| They don’t know
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| You don’t gotta corpse to be alone
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| I’m walking down my soul
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| Searching for something to hold
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| They don’t know
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| You don’t gotta corpse to be alone
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| Too Far Gone-
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| Too far gone in the back seat
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| Sitting on a trash heap
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| Ask me
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| If I give a fuck about you
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| I’da seen a million motherfuckers
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| All clones all sheep
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| And they look like you
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| I’da seen a whole world fall
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| Right in front of my eyes
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| Tell me how can I be scared
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| Of some shit that you do?
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| I’da seen the hoe in your eyes
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| Right before you died
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| Now your blood done stained my shoes
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| Only know cold
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| No heart no fear
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| No love
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| I can only try to find home
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| While I’m wandering alone
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| Dysengage from myself
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| No trust
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| I can only hate this world
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| 'Cause it killed my soul
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| Fucked up
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| But I find no drugs
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| I cannot escape this hole
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| That I feel when I roam
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| Or the blood that stains
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| My gloves
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| I’m walking down my soul
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| Searching for something to hold
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| They don’t know
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| You don’t gotta corpse to be alone
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| I’m walking down my soul
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| Searching for something to hold
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| They don’t know
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| You don’t gotta corpse to be alone
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| I swelled my hate
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| I swelled my hate
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| I watched my health
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| Break down each day
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| I feel that pain
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| I know that game
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| But I know my name
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| But I know my-
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| I swelled my hate
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| I swelled my hate
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| I watched my health
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| Break down each day
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| I feel that pain
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| I know that game
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| But I know my name
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| But I know my- |