| Out of this shit, I don’t know
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| I leave the space for the answer to go
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| I was split, from the pain
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| When I parts from laying my head full of mines
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| Give me your empathy, give it to something deserving
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| Where are you, where are you, who are you holding
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| I don’t read science but I see what’s meant
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| I don’t have money I gave you the rent
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| And I don’t recall the places I’ve been
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| But I still have lungs for the golden Virgina
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| I am a throt if you are a fake
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| But when I was common I made you shake
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| So where are you now, who are you holding
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| who are you holding
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| Solo
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| Out of this shit, I don’t know
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| I leave the space for the answer to go
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| I was split, from the shame
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| I was unnervingly simple to break
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| I bet he — has no need for measure for stress medication
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| Where are you, where are you, who are you holding
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| I don’t read science but I see what’s meant
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| I don’t have money I gave you the rent
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| And I don’t recall the places I’ve been
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| You said I’ve lungs for the golden Virgina
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| I’m still a throt, if you’re still a fake
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| But when i was common i made us shake
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| Where are you now, who are you holding,
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| who are you holding, who are you holding
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| Solo
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| I don’t read science but I see what’s meant
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| I don’t have money I gave you the rent
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| I don’t recall the places we’ll be
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| I still have lungs for the golden Virgina
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| You’ll be a throt, and I’ll be a fake
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| But when i was common i made you shake
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| Where are you now, who are you holding
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| who are you holding, who are you holding
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| End solo |