| At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed out of respect for
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| the dead
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| The rest has been told exactly as it occurred
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| Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter
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| Grippin' on the bedside, wantin' something better
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| Go get her, I see you staring at a letter
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| Haven’t cried yet, but never say never
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| Inside a room of broken doors so
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| Bind th ring and take my torso
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| Took it out for less or more though
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| Filming m, but what’s it for though?
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| The less you know the better, yeah, it’s whatever
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| It’s always gonna upset her, I put it all together
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| Pull it down forever, I’m the worst one ever
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| So I’m charring the embers
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| Do you think you’re clever or something? |
| Better than nothing?
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| There’s only one thing that I could say to you
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| Saying some dumb things, I’m tryna feel something
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| Setting a marker to ruin my day to you
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| Woah, half of 'em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe
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| I’m broke 'cause I sell too goddamn low
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| Or too high, at this point, I don’t know
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| A new die, but the same old roll
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| You can’t teach an old dog new tricks
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| But a brand new seat makes a new sit
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| But I can’t talk now, I’m a nuisance
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| I’m a bricked system, so useless
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| Woah, half of 'em will leave you for a Joe damn Schmoe
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| I’m broke 'cause I sell too goddamn low
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| Or too high, at this point, I don’t know
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| A new die, but the same old roll
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| You live fast, skin that’s not mine
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| Just need one more kill, I got hardline
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| Three strikes, I’m out, I won’t lie
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| Love don’t fit in, livin' all my time
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| Stumblin' up in a dirty pond
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| Now I’m thinkin' about what I want
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| If you let me, you could be my prop
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| Temporary that you’re not my problem
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| Hundred bodies all over mine
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| Watch your man fade out of my timeline
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| You know I’m livin' my life
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| the highlights
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| I bought a gun, I shoot it from the highrise
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| He won’t ever see the sky again
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| I don’t ever wanna be your friend
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| Took a while, turnin' boys to men
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| Cloak tattered, but it’ll never even matter
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| Grippin' on the bedside, wantin' something better
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| Go get her, I see you staring at a letter
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| Haven’t cried yet, but never say never
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| Inside a room of broken doors so
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| Bind the ring and take my torso
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| Took it out for less or more though
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| Filming me, but what’s it for though? |