| boulevard apartment
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| that was in 2007 when i drove you back from philly then
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| you were with me there in secret
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| i was marking out for that feeling
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| like i know it’s real cuz i feel it
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| and i hate to make you feel morally in debt
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| i wish you were on my arm
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| want you tattooed on my neck
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| i hate to make you feel more than depressed…
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| baby i’m correcting this miss
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| because this summer i’ve had enough
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| i took too much…
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| and i didn’t see you enough…
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| (and i didn’t eat enough…)
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| crashed my car on keyser like i’m tom may
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| playing twisted metal like i’m kanye…
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| moving through these attitudes
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| like we could not be speaking then and still i come right back to you
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| i hate to make you feel more than incensed
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| i’m pulling up with the best
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| see the prices going up
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| and i start to fade away
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| final crisis of the heart passing over me again
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| and i try to call you back but can’t remember anything
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| yr the cd in my car…
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| yr the phone that never rings…
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| and i hate to hold on restless feelings…
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| i crashed my car on keyser like i’m tom may
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| thank you black kray… |