| I got one, two, 99 problems
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| And the cig in my hand it ain't one
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| And I'm trying to quit but I can't
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| As I flick through the gram like I'm
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| Staring down the barrel of a gun
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| The tip of the iceberg
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| Melting in the sun
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| A glimpse of the climate change getting warm
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| Little ol' me, that's the eye of the storm
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| Wish I could turn my mind off for a month
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| Take my head away from me
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| Antoinette, sweet Marie
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| Chop it off, squeaky clean
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| I got thoughts nobody needs
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| Down below, buried deep
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| Let me go, set me free
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| Body's strong, but mentally
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| Lost my mind, Guillotine
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine)
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| Doctor, there's a patient, waiting in the hall
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| We don't know what's wrong, maybe it's his dome
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| Every x-ray seems to show an evacuation zone
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| And I think we need to operate now
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| And if all goes well, he'll return to the world
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| And can stand without crutches or help
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| Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world
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| And get praised for the records he sells
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| Take my head away from me
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| Antoinette, sweet Marie
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| Chop it off, squeaky clean
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| I got thoughts nobody needs
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| Down below, buried deep
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| Let me go, set me free
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| Body's strong, but mentally
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| Lost my mind, Guillotine
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine)
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine)
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| And if all goes well, he'll return to the world
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| And can stand without crutches or help
|
| Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world
|
| And get praised for the records he sells
|
| And if all goes well, he'll return to the world
|
| And can stand without crutches or help
|
| Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world
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| And get praised for the records he sells
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine)
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine)
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine)
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| (Lost my mind, Guillotine) |