| Respect the finer things cause we’re almost dead
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| I’m gone remain on my chair till our time is shed
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| Pinch my arm with all my might just to see I bled
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| Pour the bleach upon your ear for my testament
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| I can prove it once you see me for my excellence
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| Hold my breath of winter air till the message sends
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| We are all just having fun when the chapter ends
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| Read the name of all who spite me for my reverence
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| We are all people, in the end
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| What really matters, shoot my soul on out
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| To the rings of Saturn, what I was once told
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| Control my actions, they do not matter
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| Crack up when I’m in the slump
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| Crack eyes when I’m in the sun
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| Taking a run to nowhere
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| Going nowhere quick
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| Yelling please don’t hand me the gun
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| I’ve been out of my funds
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| Tied up with my hand on my dick
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| Yelling out fuck one on one
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| Call it off cause he crazy
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| My neighbours they hate me
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| Love lonely, cause lonely always treat me nice,
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| Try rolling the dice
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| Young boy going nowhere quick
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| Walk round with a pain in a fist
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| Cop it if he insist, and break hips
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| God know he don’t miss
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| Celebrate with a brew and a tic
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| So much as its revenge on those who lose nothing at all
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| Sorrows and signs we the legends of fall
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| Pain in my gut running straight through my nuts
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| Heaven gate on who wait we wait straight through the wall
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| Pause, we wait on nothing at all
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| 'Cause, swing sharp way straight through the door
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| Violinist violinist cause, I don’t know violent no more,
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| She knew me once before,
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| Violinist violinist cause, I don’t know violent no more,
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| She knew me once before,
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| Violinist violinist cause, I don’t know silence no more,
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| I know nothing at all
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| Respect the finer things cause we’re almost dead
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| I’m gone remain on my chair till our time is shed
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| Pinch my arm with all my might just to see I bled
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| Pour the bleach upon your ear for my testament
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| We are all people, in the end
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| What really matters, shoot my soul on out
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| To the rings of Saturn, what I was once told
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| Control my actions, they do not matter
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| Well, we came to do it like watch on your movement
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| Driving in force with no help for the fluid
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| Making it happen like daughters in rapid
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| I’ll struggle and drown for my brothers in arms
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| No help from the help that was written by land
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| Wish on a scar and get kissed by the damned
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| I won’t relieve til that door is a slam
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| And that portion of peace is rung out by a chant
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| Back looking through the eyes of a child
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| Stay sitting on the burial pile
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| Crack jaw but still yet to break
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| Play I’ll be locked at the gate
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| Sock in the pocket its principle law
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| Push in the back like his life left to call
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| Ring around rosie leave role at the door
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| Underdog coming wield blade like a sword
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| Hoping to run but the battle was strung
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| So its chorus it came without word
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| For what he become was a warrior’s son
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| Draped in vomit and feelings of hurt
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| I swear on the day where the millions lay
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| In a crater of soul made of dirt
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| The messenger cried like the doves in sky
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| Shed a tear for a kid with a curse
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| Respect the finer things cause we’re almost dead
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| I’m gone remain on my chair till our time is shed
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| Pinch my arm with all my might just to see I bled
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| Pour the bleach upon your ear for my testament
|
| We are all people, in the end
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| What really matters, shoot my soul on out
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| To the rings of Saturn, what I was once told
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| Control my actions, they do not matter
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| Open mirror maze what a monster make
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| Fell into the gate like he bound for hades
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| Second day of work for a day of pay
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| Scrapping from the bottom in a cage of chain |