| Never last taking but the last to give, but when your soul starts shaking
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| there’s a fine line
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| Could be broke in the gutter or the president, it doesn’t matter,
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| you’ve fucking taken the ladder down
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| Awake and pushing silently the sound of hate and wearing violently the crown
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| Never last taking, but the last to give
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| Never last taking but the last to give, but when your soul starts shaking
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| there’s a fine line
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| Could be broke in the gutter or the president, it doesn’t matter,
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| you’ve fucking taken the ladder down in their eyes
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| Awake, but the brain for sure forgot to live
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| Something is running through my mind, oh wait, now what was it?
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| So many goals in material
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| Sex on the mind, the mind in chemicals
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| Don’t stop pulling
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| We are the world that we know
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| Passive in our ways, but digitally so vocal
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| Time is moving
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| Forgetting that as we grow
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| Passive are the youth so digital |