| feeling so strong. |
| something went wrong. |
| straight into my finger what a stinger it was so long. |
| i still remember that day like the day that i said
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| that i swear i’ll never hurt myself again but it seems that i’m deemed to be wrong to be wrong to be wrong so i’ve got to keep holding on… they always
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| played a slow song. |
| when they come for me i’ll be sitting at my desk with a gun
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| in my hand wearing a bulletproof vest singing my my my how the time does fly
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| when you know you’re going to die by the end of the night. |
| i still remember
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| when we were young and fragile then. |
| no one gave a shit about us because times
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| were tougher then. |
| feeling so good. |
| cruising the hood. |
| straight into the real
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| world rich kids never understood. |
| but i don’t care i can fade away to anywhere
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| don’t stop because you might get dropped and if you do who’s going to pick you
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| up well i won’t. |
| well tell i won’t… they always played a slow song |