Don't be late
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There's no time to be afraid
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There's a way
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To clean up the mess you've made
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If I could tell the truth
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Or lie would I attempt the two at the same time
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Expect you to apologize for trying
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To make me so up tight
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Don't say it's just a game we play
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I can't lose the taste
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If you regulate how the blood is pumping
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Through the veins from my heart into my head
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In time this blood supply
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Will change me from red to white
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Every thought that you know I'm thinking
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May as well be the knife stuck in my back
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This taxing fever makes me gravitate to this place
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This is still my life
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Not yours to define
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(Anyone in their right mind would never let you inside
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Anyone in their right mind)
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I've broken ties with the neighborhood
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Feeling like a bum in the city
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Waking only to take a drink
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From an empty glass of nothing good
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Then sinking like a stone in the sea
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Without the oxygen I need
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Deciding as I wait for air to entertain
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Careful not to (to breathe in [3x])
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The right time and the right way to elevate
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Careful not to (to breathe in [3x])
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To breathe in the air that so proudly puts to death
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My own Fathers name
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I remember when your hand started shaking
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There's a better way
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To clean up the mess you've been making
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In A Lose, Lose Situation
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| Emery |
