| Right here
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| Yeah
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| I’ll be right here
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| I’ll be right here
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| Right here
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| I’ll be right here
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| Right here
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| Yeah yeah, yeah
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| I ID’d you as dumb from the second you escaped from the tube station gates and
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| cracked that smile
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| My tongue bungee jumped out my face and ducked out the crowd went wild
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| You mentioned the gram of coke crammed in your bag my mind murmured «Man that’s vile…'
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| At 10 a. |
| m the very next morning the clouds gave birth to our bastard child
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| Now can anybody blessed with an attention span of two seconds or more come and
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| examine this mess?
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| With eyes like two goons poised in the back alley waiting to snap a kids legs
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| She was a walking error message on a cracked screen flashing in a fat man’s face
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| Sink your teeth in her forehead lick that skull now tell me how bland that
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| tastes
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| It’s kinda like poison, my life keeps every last devil in employment
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| When they’re out on a wave I’ll be swimming out to join 'em
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| They were all dancing outside for my enjoyment
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| And all of your calls are diverted in seconds
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| You all just lack a discernible presence
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| Crushing them blue, green and purple depressants
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| I was just grinning and serving her seconds like
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| Here!
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| I’ll be scattering your ashes in the bathroom this our last tune
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| I’ll be right here
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| You’ll be immortalized as a cartoon playing in the dark soon
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| I’ll be right here
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| Flicking through the channels till my eyes bleed
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| Fucking them at lightspeed
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| I’ll be right here
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| Your life brought to you in wide screen
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| We were at the crime scene
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| Lying right here
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| Right here
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| I’ll be right here
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| Yeah
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| I’ll be right here
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| Right here
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| I’ll be right here
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| Right here
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| Yeah yeah, yeah
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| Thanks for your star studded service return to your seat
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| I’ve been up all night I’m slurring my speech
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| We stayed up for months without sleep
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| That girl’s a freezing cold freak
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| So back up, reverse and retreat
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| Them cogs in your mind have been turning all week
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| Your my main event and that’s deep
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| You ain’t fucking with my head that’s peak
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| Cuz you can’t connect the dots
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| I keep thinking that you’ll crawl through my letter box
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| Gnaw on my neck until you have my head severed off
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| You’re kind of weird
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| Fuck it, it’s cool
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| Abseil and break in my bedroom that’s special ops
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| You run around the street holding my head aloft
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| She arrived kicking my door in at ten o’clock
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| You’re kind of weird
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| Fuck it, it’s cool
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| Right here
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| Yeah
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| I’ll be right here
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| Yeah, I’ll be right here
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| Right here
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| I’ll be right here
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| Right here
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| I’ll be right here
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| I’ll be scattering your ashes in the bathroom this our last tune
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| I’ll be right here
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| You’ll be immortalized as a cartoon playing in the dark soon
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| I’ll be right here
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| Flicking through the channels till my eyes bleed
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| Fucking them at lightspeed
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| I’ll be right here
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| Your life brought to you in wide screen
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| We were at the crime scene
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| Right right here like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Right Here , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Touching Scenes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп