| No wonder we ain’t got a love
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| We livin in strange days
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| Spend it all and we ain’t got enough
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| We livin in strange days
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| No me, no you, no us
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| We tried, we failed, what’s love?
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| We fucked, you wanna lie
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| Man who I’m talking about names remain anonymous
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| Could it be her, could it be her? |
| I’m like
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| What if it was, what if it was?
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| I got you intrigued, only because
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| My life is so strange, gets in-teresting
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| For all those that’s interested
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| We gon' get into something intricate
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| The sex can get infamous
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| That all depends on just how strange it gets
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| Love triangle, same circle
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| The square root to evil is virtues
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| Fresh shit for good dick, what’s it worth to you?
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| Better question baby, how that work for you?
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| It’s gotta be paranoia
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| To be a ghost to a good friend, paranormal
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| Knowing the road to the dead end’s around the corner
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| Catch ends before you hanging and you Osama
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| Then smash in, head shots, no drama
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| And what goes around comes back, bitch, it’s called karma
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| Boomerang, you ain’t giving marker
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| Should just forget it ever happened, Alzheimer’s |