| Every inch we talk
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| They make a sound, we walk
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| You better mean what you say
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| You better mean what you say
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| Less God, more gun
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| They aim for the heart, but we ain’t got one
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| You better mean what you say
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| You better mean what you say
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| I don’t need to hurt with my hands
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| I could find some value, destroy it with my mouth
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| Hey, could you ever love again?
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| From the womb, we’re taught
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| «You make a sound, I walk»
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| You better mean what you say
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| You better mean what you say
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| With words like drugs
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| We speak of heart like we know what one does
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| You better mean what you say
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| You better mean what you say
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| I don’t need to hurt with my hands
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| I could find some value, destroy it with my mouth
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| Hey, could you ever love again?
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| I regret the things I’ve said
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| Could you ever love again?
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| I don’t need to hurt with my hands
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| I could find some value, destroy it with my mouth
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| Hey, could you ever love again?
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| I regret the things I’ve said
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| Could you ever love again? |