| I’m a day late
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| I’m in jeopardy
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| I’m a namesake
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| I’m a memory
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| If I came straight would you remember me?
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| When the day breaks
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| Let it be
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| I can’t change who I am now
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| Couldn’t change who I was then
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| I been known to break the gates of faith down
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| I been known to 'scape the face and face kin
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| I been known by a few friends, small family
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| Bruised skin, through tragedy
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| My true youth been through a travesty
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| And made it happily to look back, be here
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| Welcome my people to Benjamin’s regress
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| Looking for regrets
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| Inside of a place that I hope I can egress
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| I’m trying to be best
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| Held up out here while I’m try’na de-stress
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| Looking for defects
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| Maybe I’ll find them before I go eject
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| Huh, my grandmother been through a hellish endeavor
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| Made it through weather
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| The many would not have been sure to do better
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| Her husband would hit her
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| Beat her until she could not see the lever
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| To pull up and sever
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| From everything that she had come to know ever
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| But she took my father and she took my unc'
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| Fled the cape from that fucking punk
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| Single mother working in them London hubs
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| Never begged, hustled for that lunch
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| Scrapped and scraping, never giving up
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| She gave life to Dad who gave life to me
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| Look what we’ve been on
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| And you may not remember me
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| Tomorrow when you wake up
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| I’ll just wait to see
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| If you call for my name
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| You may not remember me
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| Tomorrow when you wake up
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| I’ll just wait to see
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| If you call for my name
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| If you call for my name
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| They say my nan’s got memory loss
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| Body’s working better than her mind
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| When I call nowadays she barely talks
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| Sometimes I think she really knows it’s me
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| But then her tone of voice will change
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| And then she mumbles something only she
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| Could understand and try to frame
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| I was on long-distance, speaking through this pain
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| Swore that she was calling out my name
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| But when I asked her to repeat again
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| She was riding on a truly different train
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| I don’t know
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| When the mind’s not connected, what perspective do we know?
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| Is she trapped, cold, walking through the snow?
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| Is she on a beach with every soul that she’s ever known?
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| Or is she all alone?
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| I just can’t really find out through the phone
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| But my old won’t be known
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| So I sit and wonder if she’s here or no?
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| What a joke, this whole thing is simply blown
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| I just pace back and forth, try to go
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| Forward through the things I just can’t control
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| Huh, her body is here but her mind I can’t find
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| Huh, I just really wish that I could’ve gotten the time
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| For giving that queen her proper reply
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| We love you Valerie, goodbye
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| And you may not remember me
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| Tomorrow when you wake up
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| I’ll just wait to see
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| If you call for my name
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| You may not remember me
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| Tomorrow when you wake up
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| I’ll just wait to see
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| If you call for my name
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| If you call for my name |