My love, don't you know where I am?
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I'm at the very bottom of the den. |
I'm in the trash
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But I feel like half of you.
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I'm worried or I'm sweating.
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In the pocket of an extreme ton,
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And the district lays a clearing,
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So that everything is there, as planned, in the morning;
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And I want to light it up again
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Like zero seven in the summer, for each native.
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Baby, fuck this reason?
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I just need to take their money
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And you know how -
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After all, I, every day with that - in a cap!
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Ask those in the mini, what's wrong with them?
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I shout to them all, they smile.
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I scream, I twirl, I sit in dirty fingers, with that one in a cap,
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Ask those in the mini, what's wrong with them?
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I shout to them all, they smile
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I twist and turn, I sit in dirty fingers.
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Pipes scatter on the floor at the very bottom of the brothel,
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While the whole world is breathing down my back.
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He looks like he's ready to push you away
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I turn or just bask.
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There is no extreme ton in the pocket,
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There is only family and no laws.
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But even so the world will remember me
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And I want to light it up again
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Like zero seven in the summer, for each native.
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Baby, fuck this reason?
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I just need to take their money
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And you know how -
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After all, I, every day with that - in a cap!
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Ask those in the mini, what's wrong with them?
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I shout to them all, they smile.
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I scream, I twirl, I sit in dirty fingers, with that one in a cap,
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Ask those in the mini, what's wrong with them?
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I shout to them all, they smile
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I twist and turn, I sit in dirty fingers.
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After all, I, every day with that - in a cap!
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Ask those in the mini, what's wrong with them?
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I shout to them all, they smile.
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I scream, I twirl, I sit in dirty fingers, with that one in a cap,
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Ask those in the mini, what's wrong with them?
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I shout to them all, they smile
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I twirl, twirl, sit in dirty fingers, and... |