| Proceeds, who’s in?
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| Who wants a piece of him?
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| So many articles to choose from
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| Comrade, artiste
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| A taste for evidence
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| Hold on to articles of faith
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| Once worth nothing that something touches who you want to be
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| Baggage embodies no one (He is gone)
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| Intrinsic to only one (He is gone)
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| Belongings don’t define us
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| Keepsake, fingerprint, scrapbook, record of death
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| Funeral, event, everyone’s gonna be there
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| They have to see you pay respects
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| Breathe in, breathe out, random, random, random
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| Who are these fucking idiots?
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| Come on I’m writing you
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| I know this role is tearing you apart
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| Large numbers can’t console you (He is gone)
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| Don’t let the guilt control you (He is gone)
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| The anger has consumed you
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| Ranting, regret, enrage, screaming next: |