| Some days when I wake and I’m spitting blood, I’m wishing for Cancer to come
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| I’m back at what left me some 4 years ago so just send me a stone from above
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| Some days when I wake up and I’m spitting blood, I’m wishing for Cancer to come
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| Please finance my day job and finance my love
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| For right now I’m wishing
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| For Cancer to come
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| For Cancer to come
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| Some days when I wake up around these asphalt walls, I really don’t know what do
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| For nothing compares to a nothingness where no one says nothing to you
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| And days when I can’t see the top of the walls, I’m wishing that Cancer would
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| come
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| Just drop all the hopes and turmoil
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| For right now I’m wishing
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| For Cancer to come
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| For Cancer to come
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| And I won’t be scared
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| I’ll always be the best thing I’ve ever had
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| So you can’t slow me down
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| Because (time wearing thin) + (black gold kicking in) = every possible way of
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| reflecting
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| And I’m just like «Hell yeah!»
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| I’m back at the wheel and I try to move on
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| And the flatline to me, metaphorically, is a plural of horizons
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| But the closer I get the more I regret my urge for a finish line
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| The water is just as blue on the other side |