| Deep damagin'
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| Damned spirited, man here it is
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| Impurity, imperfect wit' insecurity
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| Hand trembling
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| Some semblance, people murder me
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| Things is getting so deep I think that these people buried me
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| Views from mountain tops
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| Higher than accounts plots
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| Screamin' but the sound is off
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| Dreamin' of a clouded october day
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| Goin' through some growin' pains
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| Waitin' til the sun stop
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| Tryna cool it down but the guns hot
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| Smoke in the barrel turn to ozone apparel
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| Hair risin', terrorizin'
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| What an emotion to bear
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| Left right eys peering and the the coast lookin' clear
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| Pokin' my nos in the mirror
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| Frozen, my foes just appear
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| Woah
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| Think I seen a ghost
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| The view’s scenic, you should see coast
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| The clothes match but the feelins don’t
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| A close casket me and you both
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| Or viking funeral
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| Hit wit an arrow I go up in smoke
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| Imma need a boat
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| You gon' need a bow
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| And everybody think I’m crazy
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| Man ya’ll need to go
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| Walk home in two feet of snow
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| Just to feel the pain of me alone
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| Leave me alone
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| I’m damaged
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| I just can’t stand it
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| I’m damaged
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| Think that I should find some help
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| Or maybe I should find myself
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| I’m damaged |