You know I have pointed that you and I
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I left, I left, because you really believed I was heart
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Yes, you kept running as I deserved your time.
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Always true, true, always true, true.
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I wanna cry, open the sky,
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Because I know your black acting isn¡¯t white lie.
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You know with the sun, head on my gun
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No need to resort to violence if I don¡¯t come, come.
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You don¡¯t understand that I will take you where the wolf cries down.
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She not a wolf anymore,
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Why don¡¯t you cry about it? Much more tan, tone it contain,
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Cry about it. Write your name upon a white snake with a sharpy,
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Put a plus with a name right next to yours, milarky.
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But it is so you ach it in a tree and hopes that everybody stumbles upon it while walking home
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See, when everybody to know you¡¯re going steady like a plastic surgeon,
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Are you ready? For it rhymes with confetti.
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Mixing it with this rain, why don¡¯t you cry about it?
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The art made a pleasure that goes with pain,
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Hocus pocus, name here, good day, locomotive, train, all a boarded game,
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Make it with fly Nike, party in five mic¡¯s, but let your chair round going once or twice,
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For short vail you¡¯re to hall no longer happens, we meet when the stumblers go, don¡¯t think that the mills clacking.
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I took my time now to think about what I¡¯ve become
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Don¡¯t have to change me, look at this lady,
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Are you listening, can¡¯t you hear me calling?
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I need to know now.
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Photographic memory ruining boogie monster,
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I won¡¯t forget the name no weaponering the true impostor.
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They wanna cry about it.
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Happy coming running with a chandelier to put upon the neck, good will hunting.
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I heard you up, waiting for the critic kindly in that frequency only a doc of here,
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So I climbed in.
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Smather that wolf mother with a sad pillow
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¡®till the cross of the lands began to tear drop, uncrescendo.
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Sad day when I got to use mass saving, skating round the issue while faint, touche!
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No cure to sports, man, search of the fox,
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My basic hunts still basketville, sipping on scotch,
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Define the things that life will never cry about.
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We watch, listening on we¡¯ve been on horse,
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Number seven one seven in line, give it a go,
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Give a woman no fears so when we¡¯re forced to focus on,
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Talking like living Freddy Gibbs.
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I wanna cry, open the sky,
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Because I know your black acting isn¡¯t white lie.
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You know with the sun, head on my gun
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No need to resort to violence if I don¡¯t come, come.
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You don¡¯t understand that I will take you where the wolf lies dead.
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Never Cry Wolf
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