| They say you play with fire then you get burned
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| But even flame can remain when the water returns from the ground
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| Rocks skipped against the surface on brighter days
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| From my childhood laid in grass while the fire blaze
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| While watching out for poisonous snakes
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| Talking ‘bout if we was fly and which route we would take
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| And our mistakes had us petrified, better yet electrified
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| Adrenaline rush, keep up or go and catch a ride
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| But still grounded but the fire burns eternal
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| Fighting with my cousin ‘cause I read her journal
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| Now I’m flying out the room, yeah I knew she wouldn’t like it
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| But we were kids, fast forward I’m a psychic
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| ‘cause I got my future where my palm don’t bug me
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| World going dark, ghost hunt turning ugly
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| But I still remember all the times that we played in the grass
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| 'til it’s dark wishing daylight’ll last
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| Everybody has a weakness
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| The same way everybody has a secret
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| So we keep it in our memories
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| I’m getting strength by the decimal
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| From righting these wrongs, I hope it’s legible
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| So tell me what your weakness is
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| ‘cause everybody has they weaknesses, right? |
| Right?
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| So tell me what your weakness is
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| ‘cause everybody has they weaknesses, right? |
| Right?
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| Like a woman’s heart cold as ice from pain still remaining
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| The fire inside she fights
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| ‘cause she wanna be happy
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| Don’t want her dragging her down
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| He wanna break the ice but that wall keeping her bound
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| I know firsthand
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| You thinking that you grounded
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| And got it all figured out 'til you get surrounded
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| By a huge wave of depression
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| Close to wiping out
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| Headfirst into that icehouse you was writing ‘bout
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| In eighth grade, where I fell in love with a ginger
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| As told by my best friend, wish I could remember
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| Your face, I only picture a blur
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| Thought the grass was greener when I was rocking with her
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| Flying through the skies as a youth
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| Imagination of static, sporadic fairies that carry us home
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| Made a habit of dreaming
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| Even through the dark days and that is my weakness
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| I hope we never part ways, ever
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| Everybody has a weakness
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| The same way everybody has a secret
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| So we keep it in our memories
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| I’m getting strength by the decimal
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| From righting these wrongs, I hope it’s legible
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| So tell me what your weakness is
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| ‘cause everybody has they weaknesses, right? |
| Right?
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| Yo tell me what your weakness is
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| ‘cause everybody has they weaknesses, right? |
| Right?
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| It’s normal to fight for the things we love
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| You wanna ask? |
| Let me tell you what’s up, what, what
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| You find strength from your weaknesses
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| That’s how you find out what meekness is
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| It’s normal to fight for the things we love
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| You wanna ask? |
| Let me tell you what’s up, what, what
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| You find strength from your weaknesses
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| That’s how you find out what meekness is |