| Stumble into November knowing goddamn well
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| I can’t make nothing close to this tendon
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| Can’t fade, can’t accelerate
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| So pitch me into that blender
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| Regardless where the sun is, I’m my own personal winter
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| I’m cold, I think I’m cold
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| I’m just tryna remember (just tryna remember)
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| It’s October and I’m tired
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| We thought we were so clever
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| Just put me on that TV screen, cos pop culture’s forever
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| We did it, we do it
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| If everybody’s assuming, I did two cos I’m human
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| We heard it wasn’t performing, we heard it wasn’t resuming
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| And it ended (it fuckin ended just like that)
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| It’s October and I’m tired
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| We tried starting a movement, we tried starting a record label
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| Our friendships have been ruined
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| Good brothers in arguments about money, data and music
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| We created illusions, then the fighting went public
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| And frightened all the consumers
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| And it ended (just fell the fuck apart)
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| It’s October and I’m tired
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| We tried doing forever
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| We tried doing what they tried to do
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| But we tried doing it better
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| We tried alone and together
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| Tried until we got tired of losing
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| Tired of pulling on levers
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| Tired of tryna balance them lectures
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| And there’s one rock and one feather
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| Ended |