| The city watches through exhaust my advice
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| As I read you by time
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| 24 is far too young to be this chained
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| But I still remember when it felt like we were friends
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| Before the hindout went through your hand
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| Slam the door in my face, if you need to
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| Just be honest, just be honest with me
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| Slam the door in my face, if you need to
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| Just be honest, just be honest with me
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| Sounds of winning fade contraction in off the tip of your tongue
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| If it’s the best to fight fire with fire, then I’ll do you fine in decision
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| How do you fight?
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| Slam the door in my face, if you need to
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| Just be honest, just be honest with me
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| Slam the door in my face, if you need to
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| Just be honest, for once in your life
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| Just be honest with me
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| I’m sick of shoe tan letters
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| Can’t find what really matters
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| I’m sick, sky and ceiling, fucked up and bleeding
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| I’m sick of shoe tan letters
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| So fuck the world, it gives me no buff
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| That’s right, it’s only just begun |