Tied down to the things that we can't let go of
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Realized too many dreams we can't recover
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We layed down in our sleep and began to choke
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Life doesn't have any meaning everything's a joke
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Been eating out of your hands, with never anything to show
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We tried to get off clean, but we would never grow
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Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of knowing
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Murder, murder, murder, murder
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We fight about the things we never even had control of
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In and out of thoughts so many different people bought
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Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal
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Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself
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Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
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Bow down to the things you can't let go of
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Eating out of dog's hands with never anything to show
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Even if it hurt to love you couldn't leave it slowly
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Slipping from you core as you're waiting for your dream to come
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Murder, murder
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Give in the things you bought with
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Give in the things you bought with
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Give in the things you bought with
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Give in the things you bought with
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Murder
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Give in the things you bought with
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Murder
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Give in the things you bought with
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Murder
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Give in the things you bought with
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Murder
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Give in the things you bought with
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Murder
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| Ours |
