| To be honest with myself
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| Needed time and some more closure
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| To be honest with myself
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| Yeah, we the kids from the internet
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| Simmer down we be on a set
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| Triggers on safety, getting home safely
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| They shot all the birds without no feathers they’re wasted
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| (Coming down, coming down)
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| We sit in silence
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| Ran out of milage
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| Getting bit awkward
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| Then we doze and catch a couple z’s
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| Fire away when she asleep
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| I feel like I am tied down
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| I feel like they’re just wearing me
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| I’ve been swimming brother can’t you see
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| All these eyes like they’re wearing me
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| Boy don’t you run in the hallway
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| If I catch you slippin' it’s the wrong race
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| Boy don’t you run in the hallway
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| Boy no makeup in the classroom
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| Men full of sharp things and stab wounds
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| Boy no makeup in the classroom
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| Fuck everything in my way
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| Fuck everything in my way
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| They’re taking me away
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| Won’t give me my own space
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| To be honest with yourself
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| You need time and some more closure
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| Addicted to the scent of you
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| Reminiscing times with her
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| To be honest with myself
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| Needed time and some more closure
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| Addicted to the scent of you
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| Reminiscing times with her
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| Fuck everything in my way
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| Fuck everything in my way
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| They’re taking me away
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| Won’t give me my own space
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| Boy don’t you run in the hallway
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| If I catch you slippin' it’s the wrong race
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| Boy don’t you run in the hallway |