intro:
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"you know you look like an angel when you're sleeping."
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"I know you're not going to spend your whole birthday in the shower, I'ma go pack up the car."
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"Looks like it's gonna rain."
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"Nah, don't worry about it."
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Verse 1:
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it's only sprinkling, i tell her nothing is ruined,
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we playing the liscense plate game, I'm lovin' what she keep doin' to my inner thigh,
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rockin' the diamond earrings i gave her, she's smiling, lookin' angelic
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all her friends secretly hate her beauty.
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she knows she got it, got me when she want me all erotic,
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next to her hand the K is burning a hole in my pocket.
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I pull it over, get her a soda I'm half gone,
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hit the bathroom, stick the key in the jar to turn it back on.
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look in the mirror, throw some water on my face I'm snotty,
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thinkin' a things i'm about to do to my girls body.
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the rain is picking up now, my eyes are kind of lazy, the sky is hazy, she's like you look pale, i said she was crazy.
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push the pedal to the floor mat, hydroplane, corrected it fast,
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then slowed down past the car crash.
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she put her head on my shoulder, said she was gettin' a little sleepy,
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don't worry baby we're minutes from heaven.
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Hook:
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Snap out of this Cage, snap out of this. It's just a girl, it's just the world that sucked the life from you.
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Verse 2:
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I picked my face up with glass in it,
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can't remember the last minute,
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glove box - my girls face mashed in it.
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I called her name out but she ain't respond,
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pulled her shoulder back touched her arm - her entire fucking face is gone.
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I see her breathing, I'm pleading with Jesus, leave her lifeless,
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don't leave her like this, reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous.
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I'm trying to dial for help with hands I can't feel,
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stuck in the drivers seat, my broken ribs - grippin' the steering wheel.
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she squeeze my hand and let go, I shoulda been sitting shotty,
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and the rain wouldn't still be pouring all over the angels body
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i'm trying to crawl back in the K hole, to get out of the car,
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but the K won't climb out of my nose and back in tha jar.
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this isn't her i tell myself, at least shes happy.
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where ever she is her soul inside lookin' at me.
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i pump my fist to bleed out to catch her and let the worms play,
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tell her i'm sorry i gave her death for her birthday.
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The Suble Art of the Break Up
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| Cage |
