| If I never existed would you be alarmed?
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| If we minus the friction would it do you harm?
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| Was I meant to be gone from all we know is wrong?
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| I think its time to pack my bags cause im moving on
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| Don’t ya wanna?
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| Let’s just hide out
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| You see these hills have had eyes on me ever since the day I stopped crawling
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| Wrek’ll start falling that’s kettle cart calling potholes
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| On my stairway to heaven the airplay im getting seems fair wait a second
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| Ive been running away from the wrong damn arrows
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| With this strong mans shadow
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| Then along came narrow minded pardon my time is shallow
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| I speak in codes chasing things that no one know is there
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| I know your scared so take your souls and throw them in the air
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| Im leaving on a jet plane
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| And this sour mashed whiskey’s bout' to lift me out the next frame
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| Build a house up on the outskirts and fortify
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| Everything we might of let slide on the borderline
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| They used to dream the scheme
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| Now they forget to sell
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| This place is Exile, I’ll keep an extra cell
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| Propose to solitude im hearing wedding bells
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| Im climbing Jacob’s ladder
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| My heaven is your hell
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| Give em' everything I got
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| Give em' everything I earned
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| Still it don’t amount to nothing more than just a bridge to burn
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| On a road outside the bubble what I saw’s another world
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| What I gave was ¡MAYDAY! |
| music
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| But back home heads are burrowed
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| Rock bottom girls
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| With some uptown problems
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| Red bottoms got em' blinded, faking love before they solve em'
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| I guess I wait for autumn either that run for the hills
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| You don’t want to see Michael Douglas ordering breakfast meals
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| I wonder how a free fall feels
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| To eat lunch on a ledge
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| Turkey Swiss on a baguette
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| They say I ain’t right in the head
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| Missing tools inside the shed
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| Cause I’d rather chill inside instead of catering for fake friends
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| So I guess I play pretend now
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| Build myself a fort and then protect it with my pals
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| Fuck the non-believers I jam receivers with frequencies
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| Too advanced to them so Im an outcast frequently
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| (Were just gonna go away for a minute, were coming back) |