| Empty kitchen, dead battery
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| Forty-four, twenty-two Drakes
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| No whisper in uh, "close the doors"
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| Fake game baby, wake up
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| Cool down, I seem to have left, but I want to go back
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| You hammer the powder, I enter the front door
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| A sloppy rhyme, but such a truth
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| The truth is incredible
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| Your breath and dope in oblique
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| My silence and lack of sleep
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| Turn off the timer, look at the clock
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| Someone scattered these stars in the sky for us
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| And I don't need to take your heart into cold hands
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| Cold hands
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| You don't have to try to love
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| People burn in love
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| On fire, I'm on my self
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| Don't ever go crying
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| And let me go
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| On fire, I'm on my self
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| You never gonna touch me now
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| Don't love me now yeah eh
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| And let me go
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| And let me go
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| And let me go
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| I'm so lonely, and there are zombies around me
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| Smoke on the ceiling, the day will be sleepy again
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| Time is a player unable to lose
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| Give me current, I'll kill myself in the room
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| Where we hung for weeks under deep
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| A few lines you remember them exactly
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| Turned off TV and sound for two
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| Turn off your nerves, I hear from the bathroom
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| Turn off the sun, I can't
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| I'll knock over empty glasses again
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| To sleep on the other side
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| You are like me
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| I'm like you
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| Spilling the pieces of yesterday
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| So that you don't seem holy
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| On fire, I'm on my self
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| Don't ever go crying
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| And let me go
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| On fire, I'm on my self
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| You never gonna touch me now
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| Don't love me now yeah eh
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| And let me go
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| And let me go
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| And let me go |