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SLOW MOTION
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(Jenkins)
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Miss Jones taught me English
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But I think I just shot her son
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Cuz he owed me money
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With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
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Now he's bleedin' in the vacant lot
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The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
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I guess I didn't mean it
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But man, you shoulda seen it
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His flesh explode
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Slow motion, see me let go
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We take or die young
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Slow motion, see me let go
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What a brother knows
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Slow motion, see me let go
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Now the cops will get me
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But girl, if you would let me
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I'll take your pants off
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I got a little bit o' blow we can both get off
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Later, bathin' in the afterglow
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Two lines of coke all cut with Draino
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And her nose starts to bleed
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...A most beautiful ruby red
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Slow motion, see me let go
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We'll remember these days
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Slow motion, see me let go
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Urban life decays
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Slow motion, see me let go
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And I know my sister's eatin' paint chips again
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Maybe that's why she's insane
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I shut the door to the morning
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And I shoot smack in my veins
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Wouldn't you?
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See my nigga's beatin' his wife
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BECAUSE HE HATES HIS LIFE!
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There's a {knock?} to his fist as he swings
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Oh man, what a beautiful thing
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{And dance light's?} close to me
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Won't grow up to be
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A junky wino creep
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Hollywood glamorised my wrath
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I'm a young urban psychopath
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I incite murder for your entertainment
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'Cuz I needed money
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What's your excuse?
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The joke's on you
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Slow motion, see me let go
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Oh, yeah
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Slow motion, see me let go
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Aaaaaye!
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Slow motion, see me let go
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SLOW MOTION
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Third Eye Blind |