When i get to you, now i wont forget
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what it took n text by the bullet n breaks
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by the cradled limb by the state im in, by the skin on my teeth taken on the chin
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i was out for it, yeah more than norm
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I was down for the cause, and you ought to know
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spanner down .....
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something like an addiction that i fought to door
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got a debt to the stars, debt to the gutter and a debt to the bars
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debt for the wisdom that i would discard
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yet i would do it in the future as i have in the past
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all if it has scarred me but im still here
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through the imperfections that intefere
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feeling like a beef stole a whole career
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when i know let me lend an ear
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i had to go about it, write it out and fight it myself
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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i had to fail had to fall just for what i did well
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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dont get it twisted doh i dont want to blink and then miss its glow
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get your dempsey by the same move
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by the time you hear this you already know the future me
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nothing you can do for me ,sorry you are not who you used to be
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whatever you got's news to me what i handed you wasnt handled beautifully
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but its done
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tainted blood cells of bad ankles
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ive been damaged it was substabtial
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your bodys a temple, but im a venn
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but that could not live life in a stand still
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im unapologetic im a park, but by the time you need me its already passed
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hope you remember this when you fall apart
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if not i wrote down a few reminders
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i had to go about it write it out and fight it myself
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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i had to fail had to fall just for what i did well
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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you gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out
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you gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out
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bet it all on the vocal cords, reassure the inlaws
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dear lord your girls in safe hands, were making great plans
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and we will make sense one day
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maybe when im grey, this complained of old age
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someone get that grandad down off stage
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hey kids, your gramps never drank cool aid
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in his own time did it with a few fell greats
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but what, whats the story better the redemption
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whats the quandrum better the retention
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i aint breezin and i aint george benson
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i aint protected by the reigned fenston
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in my future questions in its current sences
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that woud be the same youve been doing for centurys
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sorry if you ran into empty wrote this so you knew what i meant
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i had to go about it write it out and fight it myself
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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i had to fail had to fall just for what i did well
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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i had to go about it write it out and fight it myself
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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i had to fail had to fall just for what i did well
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and theres some stories i can tell you
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you gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out
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you gotta go about it, you gottta write it out, you gotta know about it, you gotta let it out
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Stories
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