| You left in rage, hairline on fire
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| my lips, fresh, with a bite from your neck
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| those cute pair of levi’s, split at the cheek,
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| made me, go week in my model,
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| the bloodiest hand
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| played in casinos, by travelling vans
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| planting my footsteps and making exuses
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| to loose, you
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| i did, what i had to do
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| i was sorry when i saw your point of view
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| but i hope, that in time, you’ll see mine
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| pounded by punches
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| repeating messages, nobodys home
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| my insides are numb
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| as i watch you suffocate by my hand
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| i’ll cut of my nose, despite my face
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| sacrifice dignity, inspire hate
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| dark … words
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| … and drool on the floor
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| ohhh i did what i had to do
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| i was sorry when i saw your point of view
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| but i hope that in time you’ll see mine
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| whoaa
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| uuuuuuhhhhh, uuuuuuhhhhuuuuhhuhhh
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| as one building falls
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| a new one is planned
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| this is the lay of the land
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| and we did what we had to do
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| i was sorry when i saw your point of view
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| but i hope that in time you’ll see mine
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| whoaaooh. |