| I have so many things
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| Working like shadows they follow my lead
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| I see the future two days into spring
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| I know no one can see what I see
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| Movin' too fast, homie
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| Crash, homie
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| Bones made of glass, homie
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| You bad, homie
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| Yeah you bad, homie
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| In the mirror looking at me
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| Like you know yourself, homie
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| In the mirror looking at me
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| Like you someone else, homie
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| 'Cause you are what you don’t love
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| You can’t look In the mirror
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| For too long, young man
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| Where are you going now?
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| Why are you slowing down?
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| Your feet go numb
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| Because running is only help
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| Help me
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| Help me
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| Find my way to my own safety
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| 'Cause this matte black 45 always off safety
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| Zero
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| Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
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| So you can fly away
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| Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
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| So you can fly away
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| 'Fore you can fly away
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| I walk the same foot steps that a man once followed
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| I am two deep breaths from a lake too shallow
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| I am six feet away from the sky and the ground
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| I am well under heaven while I’m standing over hell like
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| Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
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| Don’t fly so high
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| You might burn your wings |