| To bias sleeps on a floor he made
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| From stealing in and out of others peoples names
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| He never read all the formula
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| And the feeling alone could never be enough
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| He couldn’t even begin to impress himself
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| Enough to slow down and see a mattress
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| Still would’ve been a better deal
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| It could’ve been a mistaken case
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| He couldn’t lie through another face
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| He wouldn’t try to have been replaced it seems
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| Unmoving cold he’ll attempt to go
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| He never had something that could grow
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| He feels his best with his bruises left unseen
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| And in the end, he won’t open up
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| We’ll never know if we tried enough
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| He said, «He'd stay for another day or two»
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| Despite his place he can’t ask for more
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| He can’t recall what he had before
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| When all the while he can fake a smile on cue
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| Would you be my, be my only address
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| I can only offer a walletsworth
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| Would you be my, be my only address
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| I can only offer a walletsworth
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| Would you be my, be my only address
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| I can only offer a walletsworth
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| Would you be my, be my only address
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| I can only offer a walletsworth |