| In the middle of the night
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| Bottom of the world
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| But the view ain’t that bad
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| From where I stand
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| 'Cause I can still see the stars
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| Behind the smog
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| And I ain’t giving up just yet on finding God
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| Excited of simple things like dimples in my girl’s back
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| She told me to hold her tightly but I’m wonderin where the world’s at
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| Stuck in the middle of nowhere, given a chance I wouldn’t turn back
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| I’d rather be broke than turning on people who had it when I was hurt bad
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| Some real shit
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| So I write like it was a key to unlock the holds inside of it there
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| Potential of what it could be
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| Fight to keep this life free as the stars
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| Because not even we could speak of what we could become
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| Given a week away from harm, let’s be sure that can start
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| A hungry writer from his heart turned into dark like his odds not even a spark
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| And when he heat up in this cold
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| Mess light up in this alone
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| This hole is the only thing I can hold on
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| 2 nowadays as they begin to blur
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| My dreams are being more than I fiend begin to stir
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| From my need to be content inside of myself
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| To inspire inspite of my doubt
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| In the middle of the night
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| Bottom of the world
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| But the view ain’t that bad
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| From where I stand
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| 'Cause I can still see the stars
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| Behind the smog
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| And I ain’t giving up just yet on finding God
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| Life — only a dull reflection of death
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| So I ride, I need to make the best of what’s left
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| Living fast but none the less I’m dying slowly
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| And my heart just an engine and my mind is only just a spark plug
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| And I think I need a jumpstart
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| No matter where I turn I’m headed for the junkyard
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| Don’t want my time back
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| Who do I need to speak to
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| Bout everything I’ve been through for me to be who I am
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| Does anyone even know whether we die? |
| Hello
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| You know that we never come back, right?
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| Ayo, anyone get the reply? |
| Uh
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| Anyone livin their mind tellin me there’s a Messiah
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| Send some more than sky, huh?
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| Something I hope that you’re right
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| You really believe that, you really gon read that book literally
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| And then I need that, you never thought that maybe it could be history
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| Telling me that and then tell you I disagree
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| I’ll tell you the truth, it all just sounds like some bullshit to me
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| I… I’ll never believe in no God
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| But I believe in the skies
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| And when I die, I die
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| In the middle of the night
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| Bottom of the world
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| But the view ain’t that bad
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| From where I stand
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| 'Cause I can still see the stars
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| Behind the smog
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| And I ain’t giving up just yet on finding God |