| «Hey Ma Pt. |
| 2»
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| This night got me down, it got me on the ground
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| Grabbing at nothing but reaching for sounds
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| The song I couldn’t bear to sing when I found the words to bring
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| I couldn’t make my mouth make sense of anything
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| It’s the tenth time I say, in the morning I won’t pay
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| The night they cut me out I let the loose ends fray
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| I guess that’s what I get for making something out of this
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| Or at least trying to kind of wipe off the piss
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| November comes, November comes
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| I start to run, now watch me run
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| Up and out somewhere down by the 71
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| We’re feeling numb inside our gloves
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| Maybe together this will come to something, anything
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| Anything, anything, anything, anything
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| Anything, anything, anything, anything
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| It could be better than this
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| Anything
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| It could be better than this
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| Anything
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| It could be better than this
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| Anything
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| It could be better than this
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| Anything
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| What could be better than this? |