| Straight out didn’t know what to do
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| So I took out the crown
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| Started cleaning the room with some Pink Floyd
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| And I looked at the floor
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| I was hoping for more full canisters to help this
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| Pass out black tar
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| Bright Star show me the way
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| I was too far gone couldn’t write anymore
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| This was respiration, desperation
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| Artillery, charge
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| Dirt, assassins of Youth
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| Artillery, charge
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| Dirt, assassins of Youth
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| Hard lines forming on my face
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| It’s a rapid pace it’s a race to the end
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| I was too far gone couldn’t fight anymore
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| So I’m closing the door and I’m moving on
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| Artillery, charge
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| Dirt, assassins of Youth
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| Artillery, charge
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| Dirt, assassins of Youth |