A history of stillness, a blood-line of mental illness
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I'd rather be a fraud and be happy than be known as the realest
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till the same dark day for my mother and my mother's mother
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and Brooks; I can't get out of bed but I can write hooks
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wife's a maniac but she's the only one that's still around
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three in the afternoon on the sunny day layin' on the ground
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I want to feel the way I felt when I was layin' with my dad
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but I don't know if I want it that bad
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I think about what I don't have
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five days a week sad, other two just mad
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six in the mornin' in the back of a cab
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and I don't know if I want it that bad
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It ain't non-stop to heaven there's a lay-over in hell
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and I've been sittin' here for ten years talkin' and sayin' on the cell
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you gotta be kiddin' me, I ain't signed up for this
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and you wonder why Steaknife got scars on his wrist's
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My heart got a black eye
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sometime I get scared that I might cry
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why do I pretend that I'm not shy
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sometime all I can do is just stay high
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I think about what I don't have
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five days a week sad, other two just mad
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six in the mornin' in the back of a cab
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and I don't know if I want it that bad
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what I've lost and what I've seen
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all in order to fulfill my dreams
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thought I had to be like my dad
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but I don't know if I want it that bad
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Water-fountains to the sidewalk, talk
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can’t to myself but I can't stop
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the up and down and up and down, smilin' to a frown
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town to town, same scenery, same sound
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don’t my know skank when I wake so I sleep late
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everywhere I go I’m still there I can’t shake
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me and my mind L.I. Ice Teas and
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three or four lines and now I’m fine
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maybe not
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my head in my hands again
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you know where I’ve been
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my head in my hands again
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my head in my hands again
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you know where I’ve been
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my head in my hands again
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my head in my hands again
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do you know where I’ve been
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I think about what I don't have
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five days a week sad, other two just mad
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six in the mornin' in the back of a cab
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and I don't know if I want it that bad
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Sun comin’ up and I need some sleep
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Eyes are red and I’m feeling weak
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I can out do you and I can out do me
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But all that I really want is peace
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what I've lost and what I've seen
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all in order to fulfill my dreams
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thought I had to be like my dad
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but I don't know if I want it that bad
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but I don't know if I want it that bad
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my head in my hands again
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my head in my hands again
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That Bad
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| Rehab |
