| You’re coming home to an empty space
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| Inside of you, there’s no other place
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| You’re wondering hard what you’re here for
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| But every night you still walk out that door
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| You’re just a screwed up kid
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| Who doesn’t know who he is
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| Fights the words in his head
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| Screams he’s better off dead
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| Met a punk with a dis
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| Wants a fight and now you’re pissed
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| It’s already too late
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| Sawed off your hate
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| What did you sell your soul for?
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| Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
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| You got props from your boys on the block
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| A cross to bear that never ends
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| What did you sink so low for?
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| Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
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| Props from the cops and the court
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| A sin you can’t erase
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| He caught you looking his way
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| Hands in the air what the hell’d ya say?
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| I know something sad but true
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| That motherfucker was as scared as you
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| You’re just a screwed up kid
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| Who doesn’t know who he is
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| Fights the words in his head
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| Screams he’s better off dead
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| Met a punk like you
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| What the fuck you gonna do?
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| Point the piece at his eyes
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| You never realized
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| What did you sell your soul for?
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| Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
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| You got props from your boys on the block
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| A cross to bear that never ends
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| What did you sink so low for?
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| Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
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| Props from the cops and the court
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| A sin you can’t erase
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| Sell it with a pistol in the sack
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| They push you so hard, gonna push right back
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| Sell it and don’t put up a fight
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| Your life has just started but it all ends tonight
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| You’re just a screwed up kid
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| Who doesn’t know who he is
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| Fights the words in his head
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| Screams he’s better off dead
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| Met a punk like you
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| What the fuck you gonna do?
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| Point the piece at his eyes
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| You never realized
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| What did you sell your soul for?
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| Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
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| You got props from your boys on the block
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| A cross to bear that never ends
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| What did you sink so low for?
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| Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
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| Props from the cops and the court
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| A sin you can’t erase |