| Slow down your moving too fast
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| With your head strung out on all your maybes
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| Low down your moment has passed
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| To hang around well it just seems too crazy
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| All you got is what you had
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| Salted lines to keep them fresh
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| Always there but nothings changed
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| Even your lies remain the same
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| It's what you do, it's what you have
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| That we have not seen lately
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| It's all a joke and such a laugh
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| How did it end up crazy
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| Shot down your record is scratched
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| No tune deserves to keep on playing
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| Broke down your dreams they have crashed
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| To the millions that you made this weekend
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| What you wear is all you own
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| No point talkin' bout your stately home
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| Always there but nothings changed
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| Even your lies remain the same
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| It's what you do, it's what you have
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| That we have not seen lately
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| It's all a joke and such a laugh
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| How did it end up crazy
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| The things you do, the thoughts you have
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| That we have not seen lately
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| It's all a joke live in the past
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| How did it end up crazy
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| To the times when you said what you would do
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| To the lies always drip all over you
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| To the bluff ain't enough to be your self now is it
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| To the lies that your friends have all seen through
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| To the times when the drugs took over you
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| To the bluff ain't enough to be your self now is it
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| Slow down your moving too fast
|
| With your head strung out on all your maybes
|
| Low down your moment has passed
|
| To hang around well it just seems too crazy
|
| What you wear is all you own
|
| No point talkin' bout your stately home
|
| Always there but nothings changed
|
| Even your lies remain the same
|
| It's what you do, it's what you have
|
| That we have not seen lately
|
| It's all a joke and such a laugh
|
| How did it end up crazy
|
| The things you do, the thoughts you have
|
| That we have not seen lately
|
| It's all a joke live in the past
|
| How did it end up crazy
|
| To the times when you said what you would do
|
| To the lies always drip all over you
|
| To the bluff ain't enough to be your self now is it
|
| To the lies that your friends have all seen through
|
| To the times when the drugs took over you
|
| To the bluff ain't enough to be your self now is it |