| It’s never quite complete,
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| It’s never ever discrete
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| But people just disappear
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| And the people you meet
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| They come from anywhere
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| But not just anywhere
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| They all got stories to tell
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| They all got secrets to keep
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| And meet by someone you like
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| It may go get a fight
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| Start feeling insecure, you think it’s something you like
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| But as you’re passing by
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| You kinda wanna cry
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| You thinking ain’t a dream
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| It’s in your life
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| She keeps meoff the streets,
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| But she keeps me off the streets
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| She keeps me off the streets,
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| She keeps me off the streets,
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| So I was shooting this shit
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| Like I could handle it
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| Like I could live on the door
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| Running
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| And throw up crowd in a whole
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| Where it gets too cold
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| With nowhere to be and nowhere to go
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| And once to call my own,
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| Letting me someone, she’s in love with
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| Never cheat again,
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| And yet the lie’s a joke
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| But she keeps me off the streets,
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| She keeps me off the streets,
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| She keeps me off the streets,
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| But she keeps me off the streets,
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| Hot lava, when it finally breaks
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| Breaks over your head and leaves you on your way
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| Then she calls her dad and lies about the cash
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| And then she bails you out
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| And then you feel like an ass
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| Where have you gone,
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| Got the self, you got nothing to eat
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| I’ll see you on the streets
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| But she keeps me off the streets,
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| She keeps me off the streets,
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| She keeps me off the streets,
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| But she keeps me off the streets. |