| It’s a day for letting go,
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| You’ve lost all the control,
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| Burn a bridge, call me a bitch,
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| Start tearing up each others clothes.
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| To the only world who’d know,
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| It’s a day for letting go,
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| Elevate me, eventually now,
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| Heads are gonna roll.
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| I want you to be happy,
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| So fair and brother we and evidently,
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| Everything depends upon the drug.
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| I bit into a wall,
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| You could have given more,
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| With repartition,
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| It begs the question which side are you on?
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| The feeling never goes,
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| You suffocate my soul,
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| Revenge is sweeter,
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| Bitterness will seep into our little bones.
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| I want you to be happy,
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| So fair and brother we and evidently,
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| Everything depends upon the drug.
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| You wouldn’t want to be with me alone,
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| With the suggs,
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| When you reach out, and you sleep as a youth,
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| Oh, you wouldn’t wanna get me on the rack,
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| This is the sound, of the crowd, and our dreams burning down.
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| Inoculate my soul,
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| Who’s side are you on,
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| Evidently everything depends upon the drug.
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| Wo-ho-wo-ho-wo-ho,
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| Who’s side are you on?
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| Begs the question who’s side are you on? |