| Danger
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| One of us just lost our savior
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| Got to maintain when you’re going insane so I say this prayer
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| Dear God, why do I need this medicine to control my anger?
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| And do you even exist? |
| They’re trying to say it’s a myth
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| Lotta things left unsaid
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| Lotta things left unanswered
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| My aunt just passed from cancer
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| Dad just got out of rehab
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| And mom’s never gonna show up, gotta grow up
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| Ride with me through the memories inside of me
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| Till the nights I was hooked on the ivory
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| Head hurting all week 'cause of bad coke
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| Then the same week Peep overdosed, that’s fucked up
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| But I guess I lucked up
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| And I feel this pain because it probably won’t be until
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| The day I die that they love us
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| But trust every nomination I don’t get
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| Every list that I ain’t on
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| Is a reminder of why I wrote songs in the first place
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| As a way to escape where I came from
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| This just my pretty toxic
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| Heavy conscience weighing on my soul
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| Six shots in my revolver
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| When I’m on my own
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| Play this song
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| On the first day I am gone, I do not want you to cry
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| Legends never die, I hope our story’s told
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| And the year spent on that road
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| Before they came to our shows
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| We were creating our lane, I hope they pave it in gold
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| Take me home, somewhere I belong
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| Somewhere foreign looks like Dali’s drawing
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| Yeah, isn’t it funny that whenever you got a vision
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| A mission and a couple of plans to go with it
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| Somebody gotta come along mad and damage it like a cancer
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| That inhabits never banishes I managed to smoke five grams of cannabis
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| I still keep my stamina for the fans and the goddamn cameras
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| That attack my Stance like evangelists
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| I said truth and they couldn’t handle it
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| So when it sinks you stand in it
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| I guess this is my titanic
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| With no James Cameron to direct this draft of it
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| Just my
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| Pretty toxic heavy conscience
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| Weighing on my soul
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| Six shots in my revolver
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| When I’m on my own, back against the wall
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| It got me anxious
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| Helpless, frigid, cold
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| Late nights drinking on my own
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| Now I’m fearless, Al Capone
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| To my dearest, I ain’t gone |