| If I walk blind/ they’ll lay me down in chalk lines
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| The spot’s mine if I travel with a soft spine
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| The city’s hungry/ everyone is fair game
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| Spare change ain’t blood money to a pair of fangs
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| The air hangs like sneakers on the phone wire
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| Too thick to breathe in/ too thick to go higher
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| They sound like angels/ voices out the black church
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| Tracked dirt inside didn’t notice til the last verse
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| Amazing grace lay your hands on my face
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| So I can fin’ly feel like I’ve abandoned my ways
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| Trying to own land 'fore I land in my grave
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| How come I’m three steps ahead of you just standing in place?
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| I felt the earth move/ under my blurred view
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| The curfew, the proud, their hurt is on the curb, too
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| Swerve through with nothing but a word and
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| Disturbed truth/ to neglect and to serve you
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| Bite the bullet/ this is gonna sting a bit
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| Come to think of it/ this the iceberg to sink your ship
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| No signs of life by daylight
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| Ask the hangman if he ever gets stage fright
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| Eyes rollin' back like a slot machine
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| Must’ve been the two-faced woman I got caught between
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| The poison could’ve used a little seasonin'
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| Lies blinded both eyes but fuck it you can leave 'em in
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| Made a mess out of something so beautiful
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| I’m trying to get front row tickets to my funeral
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| Just to see the look on my face when my maker came
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| Now throw my ashes like paper planes/ make it rain
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| Just another ghost on the night beat
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| Gayngs is half-dead walking 'round under white sheets
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| I promise I won’t promise you nothin'
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| And you can have it all/ now isn’t that somethin?
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| Coins on the open eyes / flies in the open mouth
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| Alone- how I came in / that’s how I’m going out |