| To think about my home and not just feel the sting of a history thats brewed in
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| a soul
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| What would it mean to live a life that wasn’t like this?
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| When I was 5 what was happening in my life?
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| And who’s to pry, when everyone (s) talking/stands up and no-ones crying,
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| now I weep
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| For every s_, what was happening in my life
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| And now I know, I was happy then, happy just helping my folks survive
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| But in my sight, my sight, my sight
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| Ohh whats happening?
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| Every day to feel your grave
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| Ohh whats happening?
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| Every day to see your pride
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| Ohh whats happening?
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| Everyday that I was insane
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| When I think about it
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| You should pay for what you did
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| But I really cant commit to… the
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| Living with the stress
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| Character
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| And you — have a baby
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| And you seem to be too busy
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| Maybe
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| When I think about it
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| Its like theres just this weight down on my chest
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| And its like theres no air
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| No air, no air
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| We’re wanted every day
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| And I wait
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| For snow
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| They’re waiting for you to sow my fate to shore
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| You gotta show me
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| That I wasn’t in any pain and my plans were flawed
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| Air, no air, no air
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| We’re wanted every day
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| And I wait
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| For snow
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| They’re waiting for you to sow my fate to shore
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| You gotta show me
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| That I wasn’t in any pain and my plans were flawed |