| You think that I practice 'cause I preach it
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| Really, I don’t mean it that’s the secret
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| I just let you see it, I don’t seek it (I don’t)
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| I just hope TMZ do not leak it
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| You see it, I was a reject, like Vietnam
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| I was fleeing bombs
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| Running from the dark like Jerry upon seeing Tom
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| You look like a day that remind me that spring coming
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| In the middle of the winter it’s 60 degrees sunny
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| We listen to bees, humming birds float in the breeze, honey
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| You made me a fiend running towards infinite peace
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| Bloodied my feet
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| Try to quiet the tension it keeps comin'
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| Reflection lookin' at me, and it’s mean muggin'
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| 'Cause I didn’t really mean it that’s the secret
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| I just stole your heart, didn’t wanna keep it
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| I was raised a heathen with hyenas
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| I’m sorry, but there’s no way you’ll believe it
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| Guess I’m just the good guy, bad motives
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| Caught me in the low tide, and I’m floatin' away
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| Tryna keep up my stride, but I can’t
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| Look away from your eyes I won’t last
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| Fell in love with the notion that my heart was your’s
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| And that you were mine
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| Guess I was never the good guy
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| Fell in love with the notion, no, notion
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| Guess I was never the good guy
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| (Yeah)
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| I’m so green with envy I’m Invader Zim
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| She ask me why I act a monkey at the H&M
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| Good guys come in last
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| I was laughed at for my passion in the back of class
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| That’s all in the past
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| Loaded up my luggage
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| Trust I didn’t pack
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| Lust all in my bag
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| Now I’m in my bag
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| Once I got my FAFSA
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| There’s no looking back
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| They think I’m a pastor but my motives bad
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| Guess I’m just the good guy, bad motives
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| Caught me in the low tide, and I’m floatin' away
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| Tryna keep up my stride, but I can’t
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| Look away from your eyes I won’t last
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| Fell in love with the notion that my heart was your’s
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| And that you were mine
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| Guess I was never the good guy
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| Fell in love with the notion, no, notion
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| Guess I was never the good guy
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| 'Cause I didn’t really mean it that’s the secret
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| I just stole your heart, didn’t wanna keep it
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| I was raised a heathen with hyenas
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| I’m sorry, but there’s no way you’ll believe it |