| If you’re walking home late at night, dressed up and alone
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| Dont you get tired of being white, buffalo never roam
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| Go to sneak up behind you, still your boss tapped your phone
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| 'Coz you might be keepin secrets, that you ain’t supposed to know
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| Now it’s about to be and your bus and the lovely miss liberty
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| Is just another whore, there’s somethin I gotta tell ya
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| It’s hard to see things your way and its hard to understand the things you say
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| Most of all its hard to get hard these days, now if you got to hate someone
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| You might as well hate yourself, you find that you dont deserve it now
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| More than anyone else, so get out of your kitchen
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| And get out of your bed, got to tell them what you’ve always wanted to tell them
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| 'Coz in the morning you might be dead so dont call the doctor
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| 'Coz I’ll be ok, its just a passing sad daydream and it led me astray
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| And its hard to see things your way, and its hard to understand the things you
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| say
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| But most of all, its hard to get hard these days, and I ain’t proud of nothin
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| But its better that way 'coz its too loud for talkin, and there aint much to say
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| So pick up your explosives, and pack up your gun, if you ain’t chasin someone
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| You got to be on the run, and Im so far from home now
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| Nothin better anyway, I aint lookin to make a livin now
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| I just need a place to stay |