| I shoot it low
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| Kill the flow
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| Ruin myself out on the North shore
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| I make it one, watch the sun
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| Sink behind the trees with the keys to the kingdom
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| I shoot it high, let it fly
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| Bury myself under a blue sky
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| I see a scheme, make it clean
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| Drown in blue rivers under a muffled scream
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| Call your number wishing I could make amends
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| And I’m caught in a space between my head and my face again
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| I hit it down, kill the sound
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| Ruin myself out on the Northbound
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| I make it one, kill the sun
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| Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom
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| Call your number wishing i could make amends
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| And I’m caught in a space between my head and my face again
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| I shoot it low
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| -Shoot. |
| It. |
| Low
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| I kill the flow
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| -Kill. |
| The. |
| Flow
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| Ruin myself out on the North shore
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| Call your number wishing I could make amends
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| And I’m caught in a space between my head and my face again
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| Call your number wishing I could make amends
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| And I’m caught in a space between my head and my face again |