| What if everything that we know wasn’t real?
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| All these guns were made just to kill
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| An' why do we love popping all these pills?
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We all go through pain
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We all go through pain
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| We’re all the same
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| When I look in the mirror
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| Don’t even know who I am
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| So many problems in my head you just won’t understand
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| I’m popping pills just to take away all of the pain
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| I’m trapped up with the fame I guess it’s just part of the game
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| I need help
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| I’ve been talking to myself for two weeks, I even played a game of hide and seek
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| When I look in the mirror I see a monster when I look in the mirror I see my
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| father
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| Suicide I’ve been think bout it lately, Rex I love you but this world got me
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| crazy
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| I’m bout to put the gun in my head and pull the trigger and up until December
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| happens all of you remember
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| Me as your dad and not a criminal
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| One day you come and one day you go just make me a promise that you never
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| follow my footstep
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| Or my dead body is gonna show up onto your doorstep
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| What if everything that we know wasn’t real?
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| All these guns were made just to kill
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| An' why do we love popping all these pills?
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We all go through pain
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We all go through pain
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| We’re all the same
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| He’s gay, he’s black, she’s hooked on crack, don’t judge nobody cause we’re all
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| the same. |
| Flesh and bone, live and die no matter what skin colour we multiply
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| (Fo'real)
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| Have you felt like the world was on your back
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| Tryna be a better person but it’s hard to do that
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| Do you feel like something or someone is holding you back from becoming the one
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| You’ve been living in the shade tryna get a glimpse of the sun Have you been
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| reminiscing about everything you’ve done
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| I have, I’ve been there before thinking bout giving up, I’ve been there before
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| Hundred Xanax in my hand I’m about to pop em all only question that I got when
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| I die where will I go
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| What if everything that we know wasn’t real?
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| All these guns were made just to kill
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| An' why do we love popping all these pills?
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We all go through pain
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| We’re all the same
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| We’re all the same
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| We all go through pain
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| We’re all the same
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| WE’RE ALL THE SAME
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| WE’RE ALL THE SAME |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Were All the Same , by - Stitches. Song from the album Bipolar, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп