| Sad times we’re living in, a minute’s silence yet again
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| Life is on the brink, all mine is in the ink
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| This was supposed to be for her, but I think it’s more for me
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| Yeah, I got my brandy, got my beats
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| But I’m still flawed, tryna find my feat
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| Can’t shake this hurt inside of me, hurting silently
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| Reach over to your pillow, cold enough to freeze
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| These walls keep memories, sworn to secrecy
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| They’ve seen us happy as can be
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| But how happy can we be?
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| They say good things don’t last forever
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| How much further can you see?
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| Falls to confront my thoughts
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| No fight inside of me
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| Just dry cries inside of me 'til they find their way to cheeks
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| Gold Rolex on my wrist, but I’m balling as we speak
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| Falling in too deep, water’s drowning me
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| And my sorrows they can swim, but is there more fish in the sea?
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| But don’t be sad for me
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| Still got my brandy, got my beats
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| I just know that I lost my best friend
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| And I lost a piece of me
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| Silence speaks so loud
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| Tryna drown it out
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| In this room full of emptiness
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| 'Cause we’ve been holding on too each other
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| Now with the space I need
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| I cry another tear that you won’t see
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| So many lessons in love can’t be taught without the breaking of hearts
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| Without a stain on her trust, I still feel the pain in her hug
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| And just when you think you’re moving on, you do shots to forget you F’d this up
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| That’s when I opened up the cupboard, and see the «S» on your cup
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| Guess I best hit the club, loosen up
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| Grab a becks or a bumper, choose one
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| So crowded is the dance floor
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| But full of emptiness and red bottoms, West got 'em
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| All floss with more money and less problems
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| Can’t find the real ones from imposters
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| Can’t find the real love in these lock in’s
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| Can’t find the right words in these vodkas
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| Can’t find my feet, now I look lost in this place
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| Are we supposed to be shocking?
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| So out of touch, play the back, watching
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| Tune’s spinning but when’s the beat dropping?
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| Man
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| I miss bringing my sound to this beach
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| To build a castle fit for a queen
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| Who now one finger skanks without me
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| Silence speaks so loud
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| Tryna drown it out
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| In this room full of emptiness
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| 'Cause we’ve been holding on too each other
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| Now with the space I need
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| I cry another tear that you won’t see |