| Trai-i-itor
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| You have somehow
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| Done it again
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| But sooner or later
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| You’ll taste your own medicine
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| Oh it smells so good
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| Breathe that aroma
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| Welcome to coma-a-a-a
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| Well it tastes so good
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| Break it down and ah,
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| Break it down (yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it smells so good
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it tastes so good
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| Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (I'm) so damn gone
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm) holding on
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| Lemme tell ya
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it smells so good (lemme tell ya)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it tastes so good (Imma tell ya)
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| Yup, yup, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (I'm) so damn gone (so gone)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm) holding on
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| (You gotta let me say I’m so gone)
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| I can feel it in my back, it heals-ah
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| Vision a decision isn’t it ironic how this feels-ah
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| Sicka by the minute, working up till I get down that hill-ah
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| Brave enough to touch it,
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| Can I keep a bucket in the back of my head
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| And scream and shout, back and fourth little nuggets
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| Hey, wish you well
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| Oh, I wish you well
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| But you never came back, oh, and this is how, yeah
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| The distance helps
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| But now I’ve lost count
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| Of the secrets you couldn’t keep (yeah)
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| I can tell
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it smells so good
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it tastes so good
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| Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (I'm) so damn gone
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| (Oh, oh, ooo) (you gotta let me say I’m so gone)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it smells so good
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| Lemme tell ya
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it tastes so good
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| Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (I'm) so damn gone
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m holding on
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| What am I doing here
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| Oh no
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| Feels like I’m fighting this fear on my own
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| Sleeping on top of my painted grave stone
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| Fuck it, this concrete feels more like a home
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| What am I doing here
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| Oh no
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| Feels like I’m fighting this fear on my own
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| Sleeping on top of my painted grave stone
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| Fuck it, this concrete feels more like a home
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it smells so good
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| Lemme tell ya
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it tastes so good
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| Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (I'm) so damn gone
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I’m holding on (let me say I’m so gone) |