| A few months ago or maybe it was years
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| It was a heartbreak and so many tears
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| How she gonna make it out here on her own
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| A body like that should never be alone
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| A kiss on the stairway, another man’s embrace
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| How was she to know, just what was taking place?
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| Too busy with the jugular and how it taste
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| To remember what she saw in the X’s face
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| The X’s face
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| The X’s face
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| Long time ago or maybe yesterday
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| You and I in chariots, on our way
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| Purple celebration for what we’ve learned
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| But for every battle won, there are scars and burns
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| For every broken heart, there’s another will mend
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| Who needs enemies when you got friends
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| For every open door there’s something in the way
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| Last time we checked it was the X’s face
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| The X’s face
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| The X’s face
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| Everybody know about the X’s face
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| Black don’t crack
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| Beige don’t age
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| Go and take that banana
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| Then get back in your cage
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| Oh Lord
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| Ooh ooh ah hah ah ah
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| The X’s face
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| Go and take that banana, take it
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| The X’s face
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| Get it, I said you could have it
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| Oh no
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| The X’s face |