Back in the cuts
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break-back
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cement 40 oz
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so minimal in our heads
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drown drone beggars
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where are you glory
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under the bitten sky we play
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back in the past
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we were born to suck so diligently
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be the concrete floor
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or this cougar-whore
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you can't trust the dust that's been given
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bring me close to love
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would you give me a reason to believe
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trapped by the world
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would you give me a reason to believe
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father said
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a€œyou can find me on broadwaya€?
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father told me
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a€œyou can find me on broadwaya€?
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so many ways to flip our heads up-side-down
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it's a fellow eclipse of a bit fist
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we cry wolf under the hemorrhaging crown
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back in the past
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we were born to suck so diligently
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our lips are not to be closed
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under the shade of all your sniveling
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taking in all the wind of your jump-cliff
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and whisper ever soa€|
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bring me close to love
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would you give me a reason to believe
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trapped by the world
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would you give me a reason to believe
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father said
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a€œyou can find me on broadwaya€?
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father told me
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a€œyou can find me on broadwaya€?
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oh I crave that over-the-hill we pave
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here I am
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will you shun me now
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no
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the loved you've claimed was just a whisper
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here I am no shun me
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father said
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a€œyou can find me on broadwaya€?
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father told me
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a€œyou can find me on broadwaya€?
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Father Said
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