| And I’m walking round town again
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| And I’m looking for a best friend
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| One that I can build a nest in
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| One that I could leave some sex in
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| If you could feel how this hurts
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| You would kill yourself first
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| Hacked my skin all up again
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| And I’m hanging out with dead men
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| I’m haunted by a memory or a dream about a better me
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| Before I had an enemy
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| Before they wanted my neck from me
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| Bow down pray to your God and
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| Kneel down don’t pick from the garden again
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| I’ve been treading and trodden
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| Trying not to try and kill myself over again
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| And I’m walkin round town again
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| And I’m lookin for a fortune
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| One that I could buy the world with
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| I would trade it for my woman
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| If you could feel how this hurts
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| You would kill yourself first
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| And if I’m shot down in the street again
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| Let me bleed till death if you’re a friend
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| Bow down pray to your god and
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| Kneel down don’t pick from the garden again
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| I’ve been treading and trodden
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| Trying not to try and kill myself over again
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| Bow down pray to your God and
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| My girl don’t eat from the garden again
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| I’ve been treading and trodden
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| Trying not to try and kill myself over again |