Well, I don't have a diary,
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I sing my songs...
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Drag the brush over anything to change my wrongs...
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Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake and pump to the rhythm when the monitors on...
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I make hearts jump.
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Defibulator art punk
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Fishing from the shore when a ship in a jar sunk
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Blind sighted by the rhythm with a hard thump
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Pointin' at my inner little sinner when he starts up
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There's no rest when your born with your last phrase scribbled on your chest
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And the only way outta it is written in text
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You can sing over anything the soul in you let's, so...
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I guess I gotta let it all out,
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Break another little wall down
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Let the music in me call out
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The bitter part of all doubt, holdin me down
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I gotta learn how to fall...
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Spoke outta what you might call love
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High centered with a sword tryna write with blood
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Quell tip stuck under my tongue
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I'm not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm done...
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Spoke outta what you might call hate
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Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
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Gotta play it till I get my grace
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Not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm saved...
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I don't have a journal now, they can't make noise...
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Broke a whole lotta speakers just to hear my voice,
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Took a whole lotta needles just to poke those holes
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Made for breathing when I make my choice
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God help us if it makes me,
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Slowin down the tape speed.
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Fade maker with a scrape in his fake teeth.
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Nay sayer that"ll race with his break feet
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And crash into the prison you've been plannin on to break free.
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Escape from the pen
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Words held prisoner encased in it's stem
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Stationary legal sized bound from the place where a bar sets you free
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Instead of caging you in so
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I guess I gotta let it all out (all out)
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Break another little wall down (wall down)
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Let the music in me call out the bitter part of all doubt holdin me down
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I gotta learn how to fall...
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Spoke outta what you might call love
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High centered with a sword tryna write with blood
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Quell tip stuck under my tongue
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I'm not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm done...
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Spoke outta what you might call hate
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Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
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Gotta play it till I get my grace
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Not leavin till I'm, not leavin till I'm saved...
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Learning How To Fall
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