| I'll be feelin' pain, I'll be feelin' pain just to hold on
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| And I don't-
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| Oh-oh, lots of it
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| Don't take my heart
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| No, it's me, anything I, anything I
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| Oh-oh, lots of it
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| Don't take my heart
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| No, It's me, anything I (yeah), anything I
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| Listen close, what is this?
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| Is it heart break?
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| Is it truly what it feels like?
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| What it sound like?
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| What is truly at the essence
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| Sharp teeth in the chest
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| Cancer all in the breast
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| Of the beaten and bruised
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| Feeling like a pawn to the greed of these fools
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| But I never been a piece of the evil
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| In the womb of these fake fuck niggas
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| With they masks up, presume
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| I'll be telling, if I got a load, I swear I resume
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| On my conquest
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| For the key to the chest where my mind slept
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| And the love in my heart is a cancer
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| And I spread it through the wall as an answer
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| To the cries of the dead and the vanquished
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| The depressed and the lost and the damned, it's
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| Preservation of the peace, an ideal world
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| Never lonely when you flowin' through my mind, girl
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| I apologize, 'cause I couldn't see the pain in your damn eyes
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| 'Cause a nigga made you leave with your heart in between different pains
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| Couldn't see ya when ya ain't cry
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| I guess I'm at a loss for words
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| To feel so close to someone, and finding they're gone the next day
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| I guess you never realize how permanently damaging that is |