| Swing swing, swing way
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| Light me up, light me up, light me up
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| My scars, what’s it named?
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| Sign me up, sign me up, sign me up
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| Go ahead and tell yourself
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| We can make the turnaround
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| Thinkin' you could hold me down
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| Let me go, let me go, let me go
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| It’s just too much, overload overdosing
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| Is there any sense in waiting
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| For something to come make it better?
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| Now we’re fading out slowly, I think we know where we’re going
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| Seasons stay the same, it’s the fall of you and me
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| We were meant to bleed
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| No we were never meant to be
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| Bleeding out together
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| What we tryna figure this out for?
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| When we already know the outcome
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| It’s the fall of you and me
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| Yeah we were meant to bleed
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| My hurts and your skin
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| Rip you up, rip you up, rip you up
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| My heart at your feet
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| Pick it up, pick it up
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| And you know it’s just too much
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| Is there any sense in waiting
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| For something to come make it better?
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| Now we’re fading out slowly, I think we know where we’re going
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| Seasons stay the same, it’s the fall of you and me
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| We were meant to bleed
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| No we were never meant to be
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| Bleeding out together
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| What we tryna figure this out for?
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| When we already know the outcome
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| It’s the death of you and me
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| Yeah we were meant to bleed
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| We were meant to bleed
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| Me and shawty bleed like horses
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| They say you shouldn’t hate but shit I hate to say I told you
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| I don’t know if this love or this torture
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| I just know when I find you, you in shine all adorable
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| I shouldn’t went and got you out your shell like an oyster
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| I shouldn’t blew that money like I play by the balls
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| I always give out good advice, but I still make the wrong choices
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| Got all the money in the world, but I still can’t afford this
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| I hit your phone too many times in a row
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| You caught me up too many times on a row
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| We’ve both seen the end, and we’ve both seen the outcome
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| We was tryna get even and ended up without one
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| Naked bitches all in my phone, if that ain’t right, well I’m wrong
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| You always sayin' how you feel when you get on that patron
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| We always knew that we would bleed just like the end of a sentence
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| Man I didn’t even out all of these years and they’re still in on my sentence
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| I’m like yeah |