| See you loved your time, but now the water’s rising
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| Up in the apartment view, you’re getting colder
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| Think of me, telephone ringing
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| Separate your bodies, feel the ice flooding through
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| And you’ve got me in the river with you
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| All the broken things, you’re acting yourself
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| Again it’s a figment and he’s superstitious
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| Shut my door, steal my room
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| Said I’m with my cousins while I’m in the river with you
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| The night remembers you
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| Keep my eyes on
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| You’ve been shut
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| Given life of the pay-per-view
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| I’m inside
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| You got a thing for the revenue
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| Don’t let me slide
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| All the traps go up, you’re standing at the door
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| While the water’s dripping slowly down my back now
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| Shut my door, steal my room
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| Said I’m with my cousins while I’m in the river with you
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| The night remembers you
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| Keep my eyes on
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| You’ve been shut
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| Given life of the pay-per-view
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| I’m inside
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| You got a thing for the revenue
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| Don’t let me slide
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| And I’m okay with your point of you
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| So come inside
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| And I’m no victim of your pay the dues
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| Don’t let this slide |