| Low whispers on the outlet
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| Don’t know a damn thing about it
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| Sun is stretched out and down
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| Light shapes up the town and
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| I almost threw the towel in
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| Left this shit where I found it
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| But some things stick around and
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| I’m just thankful I’m out
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| Should’ve known nothing’s as simple
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| It’s all in the intricacies and the little
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| But I had already made my own decision
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| And I wasn’t in no mood I could be civil in
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| I just don’t fit inside, right
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| You could call but you’re wasting your time
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| Side-eye
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| Hold all our answers untied
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| Oh, all these sweet little lies
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| Say what you mean and not what you think’s right
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| Now it’s proper and polite
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| Why am I so unsatisfied?
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| What do you mean? |
| This shit was your dream, right?
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| Why’s it feel like wasted time?
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| I’ve been feeling leavin or leave here
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| I turn and I take my leave, yeah
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| When I’m running I take my leash, yeah
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| I’ll run 'til I break my feet, yeah
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| I’m piecing, I’m peaches
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| I had my own reasons
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| If I just broke at the seams, yeah
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| I don’t know what you would see
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| (Break)
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| Down, down
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| Don’t know why you stick around
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| Don’t know what I would’ve found
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| If I wasn’t always looking down
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| And who the fuck are you to judge someone else?
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| My monster’s off when I walk out the house
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| I think I’ll go, at least for now
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| I don’t know nothing about
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| All these sweet little lies
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| Say what you mean and not what you think’s right
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| Now it’s proper and polite
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| Why am I so unsatisfied?
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| What do you mean? |
| This shit was your dream, right?
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| Why’s it feel like wasted time? |