| Before everything changes
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| The way I look
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| The way I dress
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| The way I smile
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| The way I breathe
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| One day your sons will look up to me
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| We were told «Stay away»
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| From people like us right now
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| We’re the nightmares of our parents ay
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| From a smoke
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| To the bathroom stall
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| Breathing heavy, feel like breaking, craving, raging
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| Bet you knew that
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| I’m a Microbe, I go in to fuck your life
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| A cycle of life remains
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| You’re who your friends are
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| I don’t like your hints
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| You’re right bitch I’m a psycho, I go in
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| I go in
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| I go in
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| I go in
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| I go in
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| (Part 2)
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| When the sun is down, the bastards rise, the bottles touch each other in a very
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| soothing manner and it’s all night long
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| When the girls are wearing shorter than the usual in the heels like pair of
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| boots, down for whatever if it’s all night long
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| When intoxication gets the best of us and then it’s worse the second we drink
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| for the better and it’s all night long
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| My ego is a bitch but once this blood is alcohol I’m such a douche but douche
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| with manners with you all night long
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| Substance on substance, I’m a walking substance, your favorite and hated role
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| model (on my own)
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| You girls look too good tonight, I’m in love, I’m hoping you’ll look good
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| tomorrow (wrong time oh)
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| In the world where the evil wins, cheaters rise, people sin
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| Realest cry, cheaters bend, sheep can lead the men
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| You’ll remember this hobo with the curls, this
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| Is my Sin City and you’re welcome to my world bitch |