| Yep, another sleepless night
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| My sister said my sad songs fuck with her psyche
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| It’s tough to keep it light, sometimes to even write
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| I gotta travel out far where the sunrise meets the beach at night
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| Just leak the secret twice
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| I know the odds are stacked against us in this laundromat
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| We drop coin we get it clean we live again we call 'em back
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| See, this is not another tale of suicide
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| This is an anthem for the ones that know its random when we do or die
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| I know I just sent ya the voice mail
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| Life’s a bitch, so use your time
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| While on the line to leave me some insightful shit
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| Cause it could be the last thing that you say
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| Last thing I hear, hear hear today gone gone tomorrow
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| So I’ll just take my place and cheer
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| In this cash parade I’ll just relax and stay low
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| Cause the stray bullets fly high above the palisade
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| Another matinee, another flashback to feelin' up
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| Girls on the bus and hopin' they don’t back away
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| And I have to say, if my mother’s sister never passed away
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| I often think what other path we take
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| This life is hidden in the siren’s song
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| If you can pick it out see you just might be lucky and survive it all
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| I’m tryna find the little kid in me
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| I know where he’s hidin', I’m tryin' not to let him grow
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| Without becomin' my own enemy
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| I just wanted you to know
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| Can’t you see this anxiety is killin' me
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| This anxiety is killin' me
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| Hello memories, I thought that was the end of me
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| Eventually, the tension ceasce, through our little centerpiece
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| And I’m upset it seems, even though I’m smilin' more than regularly
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| I never seem to lose my cool while enemies
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| Are tweetin' never squeak the leaks up out of they head
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| Bet they’d requote the note if they knew they was bout to be dead
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| This poisons got poison in it, and my drinking waters so acidic
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| I merely piss and pass a stone for critics
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| If you ain’t tried it, then you’ve never lived it
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| Well I apologize but I’m a cynic, could you be more specific?
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| I write these words that rhyme in lines for all my like of minds
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| And try to find the nicest time to prize this life of mine
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| What a beautiful day to lose our fucking heads
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| See its been truly amazin' to be stuck in bed
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| This life is hidden in the siren’s song
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| If you can pick it out see you just might be lucky and survive it all |