| You carried your weight
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| You were waiting around
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| Relentlessly always down
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| From the looks of your mouth
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| I’d say you’ve been always mouthing off
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| So tell me, when will enough be enough?
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| The closet companion consoling me
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| Well, formerly you were so warm
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| Search and destroy
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| You make a mess and remove the thread
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| Trade cotton for suburban cred'
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| From the looks of the ground, I’d say that it’s hoods up, fisticuffs and form
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| So tell me, when should I sound the alarm?
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| Propped against the grain
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| I should have left, it was getting late
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| The closet companion
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| Consoling me again
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| I could have asked you to conspire
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| You could have asked me to turn it down
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| But instead all I got was tired
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| Watching your friends spin around
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| Search and destroy
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| You’ve made a mess and removed the thread
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| Traded cotton for suburban cred'
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| From the looks of my mouth, I’d say that I’m always mouthing off
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| So tell me, when will enough be enough?
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| While you were waiting around
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| While you were waiting around
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| While you were waiting around
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| Well, I was waiting around |