| Writin' home to mother, you tell her that you’re sober
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| It’s 12PM and once again the party’s still not over
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| You’re with some guy who says he really wants to get to know ya
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| Not really sure but you watch him as he leans in closer
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| Grim Reaper in a backwards hat
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| Landing kick-flips on my psyche cracks
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| Better watch out for your father’s back
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| I think he knows I’m goin' mad
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| Grim Reaper got me back by 10
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| I’m never comin' home again
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| He swears that he’s my only friend
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| But it doesn’t fuck with my mind 'cause
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| Oh, maybe I sold my soul
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| Maybe you need control
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| Mortality takes its toll
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| I just need everythin'
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| Why is every car here a coffin?
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| Showing no signs of stoppin'
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| Mortality takes its toll
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| I just need everythin'
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| Dog walkers with their big canines
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| Keep tellin' me to change my mind
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| I open up my own insides
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| I think they think I’m gonna cry
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| Grim Reaper on a moped flex
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| Peelin' acid burnin' on my flesh
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| I see the way they want my best
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| But it doesn’t fuck with my mind 'cause
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| Oh, maybe I sold my soul
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| Maybe you need control
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| Mortality takes its toll
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| I just need everythin'
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| Why is every car here a coffin?
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| Showing no signs of stoppin'
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| Mortality takes its toll
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| I just need everythin'
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| He’s with me in back seat
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| But he doesn’t own me
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| He’s walkin' down my home street
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| But he doesn’t own me
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| He’s with me in back seat
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| But he doesn’t own me
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| He’s walkin' down my home street
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| But he doesn’t own me |