| Sale you a breath to dead
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| See you all fake, ring a place to other day
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| And that’s ok, I wanna be, I wanna be factuary
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| Until you come undone
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| You running way you fighting the tide
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| The seaking the way I lie
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| Do you spend in line or lay right in
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| Do you push that wide lay in sand
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| Cuz you could sale you soul to save your skin
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| They gonna fight, ooh, yeah
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| Ooh yeah, ooh
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| Ooh it’s mine so happy I’m tyddy
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| Perfect in magazin, see true love on the TV screen
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| All plugs and they all look tide
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| When I tell enough it stinks somewher in the weather lost everythin g
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| We take a fly been holding tide
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| Show that line that caused all lies
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| Ooh, ooh,
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| I feel this can swallow my hands
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| But then how has the rise to same understand
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| I see a flower will and you run after that
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| I see the crack in the base, had to keep it out
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| Do you wanna stay in line? |
| Or run up in
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| Pretty boys that wide let in sins
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| Cuz if you sale your soul to save your skin
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| They bring the fire
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| Do you spend in line or lay right in
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| Do you push that wide lay in sand
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| Cuz you could sale you soul to save your skin
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| They gonna fight, ooh, to save your skin
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| Ooh yeah, ooh |