| I thought you got all you came for
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| Lover, lover
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| Kicking up doubt when it’s sore
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| It’s going to be covered in dark
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| You came all this way for a door, watching others break it down
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| Now I see what you came for, lover
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| All or nothing aren’t the same score
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| (I thought you got all you came for)
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| Thought I lost my mind
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| With the pastor preachin', or the picture paintin'
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| With a heart embracin'
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| Ever since, from the Southside
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| Sorted out in a archive, for the black price, suitcase and a black tie
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| How profound, I find it funny
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| No explainin' how I lost my self
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| But I’m chillin' in the bookshelf
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| With a pocket knife, slit your wrist with your act to right
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| Such is life
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| Ecstacy, slit wrist, and a vagabond
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| Vagabond, vagabond, you’re my ecstasy
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| Ah-ah
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| Are you tasting me?
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| But I miss you and I hate you
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| Ah-ah
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| But I need you, and I love you more
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| Every minute
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| Ah-ah
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| In January, and December, I want you
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| Ah-ah
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| You’re my ecstasy
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| Shut it down, going to take you outside (Oh)
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| Sifting up a reason from the lonely dirt (Woah, woah, woah)
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| When it’s over, you’ll be golden (Woah, woah, woah)
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| Over, over (Over, over, over)
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| Shut it down, going to take you outside (Woah, woah, woah)
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| Sucking up the dust from your static crown (Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God)
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| Oh, just to turn away, and you’ll be golden (Hello, hello)
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| Over, over (Woah, What? What?)
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| I think you got all you came for
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| But do you want more?
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| Easy is overdone, overdone
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| Is it gonna be right this time?
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| Is it gonna be golden?
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| Is it gonna be right this time? |
| (Right, right, right, oh)
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| Push drugs in my pocket
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| I’ma pull it out and then pop it
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| I’m a common case of a ganja blaze
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| And my mind is fading quite frankly (Oh)
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| It’s a tricky course, never that way
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| Give my mind a question
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| What kind of sorcery is this?
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| Dark night and a night eclipse
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| Lacy, Lacy, Lacy
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| One more request
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| Release my pain (Ha)
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| Did you think you got all that you came for?
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| Lover, lover
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| Easy is the way you free fall
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| Into the lap of inertia
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| I think you got all you came for
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| But do you want more?
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| Easy is overdone, overdone
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| Easy is the way you free fall
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| Into the lap of inertia
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| Easy is the way you free fall
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| Into the lap of inertia
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| Easy is overdone, overdone
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| Easy is overdone, overdone
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| Easy is overdone, overdone
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| Easy is overdone, overdone |