| I was raised in a bubble
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| Face to the bubble
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| Face to the window, safe from the trouble
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| Crack-rock apocalypse, chased through the rubble
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| My auntie’s a zombie, same as my uncle
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| Projects, we stay for a couple
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| Stayed in my inner space like Hubble
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| I came back to Earth but some days I struggle
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| These Western languages arranged like puzzles
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| I’m living off the late night hustle
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| Living off pain
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| Living off saying «I love you»
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| And there’s no daylight in the jungle
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| Cause the police will beat the daylights from you
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| My insides rumble
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| I seek protection from the winds, I’m bundled
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| My ego’s an inch high, humbled
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| Trying to resist, I got ten white knuckles
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| So I’m going back within in my bubble
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| I counted my accomplishments
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| When I was finished my whole shell dissolved
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| I fluctuate in confidence
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| It cost me so much to pretend I’m strong
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| I don’t want to but I’m gone
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| I don’t want to but I’m gone
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| I don’t want to but I’m gone
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| I didn’t want to but I’m gone
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| American anxiety dang, I be trying to hang
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| Start out shouting, now I’m quietly sang
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| If you can’t be the president, but won’t die in a gang
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| It’s your stereotype but it’s alive in my brain
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| So the effect is really kind of the same
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| Chains like I’m a slave
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| It’s psychological so I can behave
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| In future days I be wondering why I was afraid
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| Why I was anxious while I could of raged
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| The hard bangs with the minds of the way
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| That makes waves when I push them away
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| It makes phrases that I wouldn’t say
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| I can’t hang but I’m trying to say
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| I got to run up in this cave for a couple of days
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| So I can not feel strange for a couple of days
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| I’m buckled up on a plane
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| I’m stuck wondering what it’s gonna say
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| It’s clinical
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| I’m fitted with this cynical gaze
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| I will emerge in a different way
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| I counted my accomplishments
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| When I was finished my whole shell dissolved
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| I fluctuate in confidence
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| It cost me so much to pretend I’m strong
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| I’ve crawled back in my shell again
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| I spent six months with my armor off
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| It only let some noises in
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| All the pictures and the lights is off
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| I don’t want to but I’m gone
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| I don’t want to but I’m gone
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| I don’t want to but I’m gone |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reprieve, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Hella Personal Film Festival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп