| He hears mom and dad yellin', mom always wanted divorce
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| Dad calling momma a whore
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| Drunk, been drinking all weekend, a couple of Coors
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| A couple of doors were broke in, cover the floor, damn
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| He’s always told never to tell
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| If anybody finds out, he’ll be put in a cell
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| Hit with a belt, there will be nobody to help
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| And so he prays everyday while he’s stuck in this hell
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| All to himself, he holds every ounce of it in
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| All the kids who have things always laughing at him
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| All the teachers see his pain, but he’s playing pretend
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| Playing with friends is something he wishes he can
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| But nobody wants to give him a chance
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| Nobody wants to be with a man
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| Been looking at the future, but the future is so far in advance
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| Looking at the alcohol in his hand, like «Damn»
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| Like, «Why, why God? |
| Why do I do this again, and
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| Why am I getting so drunk?
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| See, my dad was a drunk, I don’t wanna be him, I
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| I know I’m searching for feelings
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| I thought I could find them in bottles of gin
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| I’m tired of losing my faith
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| And then looking to fake to replace all my feelings within, I»
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| I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself
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| I don’t wanna lose myself
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| Just to rule
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| The silicone kingdom with you-ou, with you-ou-ou
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| I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself
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| I don’t wanna lose myself
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| Just to rule
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| The silicone kingdom with you-ou, with you-ou-ou
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| She goes to read another message—"Ho, slut, stupid and fake"
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| She doesn’t know how much she can take
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| She’s looking at her body, it’s a body that she plans to replace—fake
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| Everything all over her face—fake
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| Smile leads up to her lashes
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| Never been asked about passion
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| Only been asked about passin' the blunt to the left
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| Or a pic of her chest, called a bitch and a mess, she’s a wreck
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| Waiting for a text from a guy
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| Who’d tell her that he love her, but he wanna see her cry
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| Who’d tell her that he love her, but he beat her every night
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| With a pipe out of spite, she might leave him for a guy
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| With a tie and a job, a Mike or a Rob
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| She’s tired and sobs on the knob of a door
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| Yellin' out, «Please, I can’t take no more!»
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| And he’s yellin' out, «Fuck you! |
| You cunt, you whore!»
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| Damn, she doesn’t wanna be on the news
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| Only 22, looking down the barrel of a .22
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| Looking for a move she can make
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| Looking at the bruise on her face, never felt safe
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| Never felt late 'til the end of the month
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| Looking down at her stomach like, «What have we done?»
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| I was looking for love and you were lookin' for fun
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| And now a life is in my body 'cause you wanted to cum
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| Like «Why, why God? |
| Why do I do this again, and
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| Why am I thinking that we could find love inside lust?
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| See, we love to pretend, I
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| I know I’m searching for feelings
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| I thought I could find them by fucking with him
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| I’m tired of losing my faith
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| And then looking to fake to replace all my feelings within, I»
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| I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself
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| I don’t wanna lose myself
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| Just to rule
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| The silicone kingdom with you-ou, with you-ou-ou
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| I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself
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| I don’t wanna lose myself
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| Just to rule
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| The silicone kingdom with you-ou, with you-ou-ou
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| He’s addicted to the world’s most dangerous drug
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| The one that’ll make you lose everything that you love
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| And we don’t understand, money doesn’t buy love
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| So we pile up all our money just to buy us
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| A new car, some new rims, a new Benz
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| Doesn’t have friends no more
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| An iPod, an iPad, an iMac
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| So rich that he’s feeling poor
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| If he had one chance to go back
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| Wishes that he never bagged a whore
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| A couple more Coors and a broken door
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| Shattered decor all over the floor
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| Coming home at a quarter to four, coming home is a bore
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| Looking at a gin bottle, got a quarter to pour
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| At a local titty bar, he got a better rapport
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| No cover ones cover the floor, really looking for more
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| And more money makes more problems
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| He don’t understand how to solve 'em
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| Doesn’t understand his son and his wife are his life, every night
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| When they fight, now he’s looking at 'em as a problem
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| That’s a problem, now he doesn’t know what to do
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| Out of touch, leaving town, every weekend or two
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| Thinking money maybe buy us all the happiness too
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| 'Til he’s sitting in a room, staring back at a .22 |
| Like, «What happened to life?
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| I went so many years and I thought I was right
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| I went so many years, never livin' my life
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| And I’m scared that my son turns out just like
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| Me, why me, my God?
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| Everything I see really is a facade
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| Fake love, fake hair, fake nails, fake bod
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| We replace as a race and we try to play God»
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| Like «Why, why God, why do I do this again, and
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| Why am I getting so drunk?
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| See, my dad was a drunk, I don’t wanna be him, I
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| I know I’m searching for feelings
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| I thought I could find them in bottles of gin, I
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| I know we’re thinking that we could find love inside lust
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| See, we love to pretend, I
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| I know a part of the problem
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| Is silicone kingdom we’re living within
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| I’m tired of losing my faith
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| And then looking to fake to replace all of my feelings within, I»
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| I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself
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| I don’t wanna lose myself
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| Just to rule
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| The silicone kingdom with you-ou, with you-ou-ou
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| I don’t wanna lose myself, lose myself
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| I don’t wanna lose myself
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| Just to rule
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| The silicone kingdom with you-ou, with you-ou-ou |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silicone Kingdom, artist - Witt Lowry. Album song Dreaming With Our Eyes Open, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп