| For you
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| Dedicated
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| Listen
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| Couldn’t imagine it would hurt like this
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| The first to admit that it overwhelmed me
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| My shades drawn, closed off
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| Hardly spoke to family or otherwise
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| Butterfly nerves in my stomach
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| So hard to summarise
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| Emotion a page
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| And going through phases
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| Mostly a maze that ends abruptly
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| Knowing that change is
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| The only thing immanent
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| Slowly configured it
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| Pieced it back together
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| Seeing that life plans a tin of this
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| You were scheduled to relocate west
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| Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
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| To get caught caught up with you
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| But all that’s left is a shoe box and pictures
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| Just like 2Pac and Biggie
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| Wonderin' who shot ya figure
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| With shorties around the way
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| Forty dollars in change
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| Put you under
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| Got your mums reeling from solemn pain
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| I felt her heart break
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| But what was I to tell her?
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| No shelter from the rain
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| But I offered her my umbrella
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| (sampled)
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| You hopin' that the fact this shit was real
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| Like this
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| Said you know how it go
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| It’s only a matter of time in life, planets collide
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| A star appears
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| That’s the street speaking, nothin’s shaking
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| Every day of the week you act different
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| A star appears
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| Yo — knew I was supposed to get back at you
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| But after you was different
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| Second look, it had me mad again
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| I had a friend when I was younger
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| Used to ask me when we spent time
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| Lyin', I told him: every other holiday
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| Hard to contemplate the pain at age ten
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| Knowin' I couldn’t depend on you for a damn thing
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| Advancin' from a boy in the ring
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| What life knocked down
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| You not around to see me develop
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| Into a grown man
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| No consolin' my moments of crisis
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| Knowing the price is paid by both
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| Who s’posed to be thicker than water
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| Thinkin': why bother
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| You that father playing deadbeat
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| Bein' the bigger man
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| Left me to return the phone call
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| You told me you saw
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| My face in the papers
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| Hope it’s not a case of the vapours
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| You askin' for favours and shit
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| Could be legit
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| I don’t know how to trust you
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| I’d love to, but it’s been a while since you come through
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| (sampled)
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| You hopin' that the fact this shit was real
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| Like this
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| Said you know how it go
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| It’s only a matter of time in life, planets collide
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| A star appears
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| That’s the street speaking, nothin’s shaking
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| Every day of the week you act different
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| A star appears
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| (sampled)
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| I survive on intimacy and tomorrow — that’s all I’ve got goin' and the music
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| was like smack and you knew about that and still refused my dance was not
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| enough
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| Well look, junkies layin' on the floor and dyin'
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| That’s some man coppin' some kicks to the dead
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| And the music was like smack…
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| Now suffer’s old sign
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| To feel him up for anything else that’s been left
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| And the music…
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| And the music…
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| (sampled)
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| This is, uh, kind of a special piece of music
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| It’s autobiographical in nature
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| There are not too many secrets there |