| She asked me in detail how to get to where I’m from
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| But I told her it won’t work
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| 'Cause she needs to be raised in dirt
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| I saw some crimes when I was young and now my brain is gunk
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| Haven’t found the right sized sponge
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| To rinse through all its wrongs
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| I put my trust in many things but now I know that’s dumb
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| So I don’t trust anyone, only get along with some
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| Saw that girl again one time and now I know it’s done
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| And my eyes are so forlorn but her eyes are so full on
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| I watch her creep between the streets beneath the setting sun
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| I said hey, how, where you going with my gun?
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| See some boiling blood beneath my skin, I crave her tongue
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| As my head it starts to plunge so I follow where she’s gone
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| Kept me hollow by her side in a taxidermy skunk
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| Oh, my brain is for her junk, change and lipstick in my lungs
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| Left outside another night, I watch the city burn
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| Hear her screaming all her words I say baby it’s your turn
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| And she keeps on, it’s one of the people, she gets torched
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| She’s one of the people, she keeps on, as one of the people
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| She sits as dust, with an earthly pus in a capsule on my tongue
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| And I think of what we’ve done and sink into where she sunk
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| Now up on my mantelpiece, she has no legs to run
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| Still a trophy I ain’t won, in a ceramic pot for one
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| She scatters just like one of the people
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| And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people
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| And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh |