| Talk
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| Walk same
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| Hear it when they talk shame
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| It don’t matter much same
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| Still it come across pain
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| I think that its enough
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| They getting up they dressing up
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| For what, i try to laugh, but in my throat
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| Its stuck they are so punk they are so core
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| For what, just show me one, who belongs to no one
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| Huh?
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| Show me one. |
| Anyone
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| Back, when I was young had to put em up
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| Down Rivington is where i got my gloves
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| Crusts and some mugs taught me how to love
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| Sleepin in a rut i put my finger in the cut
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| You wanna say words but i ain’t hearing none
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| I say it to myself just to keep my head up
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| I put it on my shelf I tell no one
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| Who got family the day to talk comes
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| Who?
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| Walk, talk, they try to teach me how to
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| Walk, talk
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| Nothing said makes us friends
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| Nothing said makes us blood
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| Nothing said makes us friends
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| Nothing said makes us blood
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| Nothing said makes us friends
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| Nothing said makes us blood
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| Nothing said makes us friends
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| Feel it when i
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| Walk same
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| Hear it when they talk shame
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| See it when i must pain
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| It don’t matter none same
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| They try to teach me how to
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| Walk, talk
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| They try to teach me how to
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| Walk, talk |