| We can make friends
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| We can make enemies
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| Sooner or later we’ll meet at the cemetery
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| Sooner or later when nowadays remedies
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| Are bridge to the ends where there’s suicidal tendencies
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| Heads won’t' let it be can’t cage the beast so they set it free eruption of
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| energy
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| A blood red imagery no pause for thought cold ice thaws temperature soars
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| Nurse I was bitten
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| Think I might be cursed
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| Already seeing visions, think it’s getting worse
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| That night I changed inside in strange ways
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| Pains but don’t, woke up my brain aches
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| Last laugh like I didn’t get the joke
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| Til the hospital carpark doing up my coat
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| Something in my far heart chewing at my throat
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| Just a little guilt so I threw it in the road
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| A different set of laws force a different type of cause
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| A different type of show no ceremony no awards
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| No end credits no applause everything by force
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| You open up your doors to find a trojan horse
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| And of course these wards and these walls that surround us
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| Are groundless it’s just that disrupts astound us
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| Round us lot all up, it’s just too much
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| Excuses are too cheap it’s just too much
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| Poisonous grip poisonous Ivy
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| Poisonous grip from a poisonous IV
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| Poison I spit poison inside me
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| Poised for a slip to the void that’s behind me
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| A choice that defines me abusing booze
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| Everywhere I look I see confusing clues
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| Tube map looking like a Rubik’s cube
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| It’s like a nightmare on Elm Street, you snooze you lose
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| The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
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| They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
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| You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be
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| The point of a pen
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| A friend for a friend
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| The thoughts that repeat as you stand on the bend
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| The question pretends
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| A chapter a whole book
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| The five minutes or the life that it took
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| Look a little furrther than the end of your nose
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| Cause that tends to be just the end of yourr nose
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| At the end of a rope is a noose and a note a footholder hook
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| And a new sense of hope
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| Me I’ve got no problem knowing the ledge
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| Only difference is I let go of the edge
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| The last time that happened I nearly fell asleep at the wheel
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| I’m just out here keeping it real
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| And I’m worried I might reach a wuthering height
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| Already felt the heat in the smothering night
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| I was loving this life til I discovered this knife
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| And now I’m looking at the pie in the oven wanting aslice
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| See you had a choice, choosing is nice
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| Some stake their graves on the roll of a dice
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| Chasing tricks of the light, turning tricks in the night
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| We sell ourselves short in a bid to survive
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| No piece of a pie, just a slice of advice
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| A means of precaution it’s yours to decide
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| Nobody said this was gonna be nice
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| You gotta grow wings if you want that to fly
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| Me I’ve always rapped, never mattered that much
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| But now I get more gigs than an iPod touch
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| When am I gonna take this shit seriously
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| What will I do when I quit seriously
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| It’s not like I’ve got many other talents
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| I can just about stand on one leg and keep balance
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| Saw signs, crossed lines just to see what would happen
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| Now there’s a body on the track between Clapham and Balham
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| The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
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| They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
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| You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be
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| The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
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| They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
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| You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be
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| The signs you see are much nearer than the stars
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| They seem so far but they’re just tricks of the light
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| You’ve seen I’m here fighting for my life to be |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bulletin , by - Lazy Habits. Song from the album Lazy Habits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп