| Tied down to the things we can’t let go of
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| Realized how many dreams we can’t recover
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| We layed down in our sleep and began to choke
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| We layed down in a dream and we never woke
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| Life doesn’t have a meaning everything’s a joke
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| Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show
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| We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow
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| Prison can’t be worse than living with the pain of knowing
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| Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
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| We fight about the things we never even had control of
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| In and out of thoughtsso many people baught
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| Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal
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| Wont bring you peace until you learn to read yourself
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| Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder
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| Bow down to the things you can’t let go of
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| Eating out of dog’s handswith never anything to show
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| Even if it hurt to love youcouldnt leave it slowly
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| Slipping from your core as you’re waiting for your dream to come
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| Murder, Murder
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Murder
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Murder
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Murder
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| Give in the things you baught with
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| Murder
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| Give in the things you baught with your life |