Open up my eyes in the morning
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Feeling the sun bang against my brain
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And now I'm crawling.
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Pray this'll be the day when I fly free
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None of the bullshit fucking with me.
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Cause I'm twisting, turning,
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Crashing down, hurting.
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Wanna try and punk me out?
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Cause I'm burning up.
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If you feel the same, you gotta turn it up.
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Gotta find a way to chase the pain away...
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[Ritchie]
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I don't want you to hate me
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But I know not what I do.
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70 days has made me,
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And it's made a desert outta you.
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[J]
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Cause I'm burning up...
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[Abs]
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Yo, in my dreams I can fly like a bird,
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But in reality, yo, I cry till it hurts.
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Until I can't breathe, no tricks up my sleeve,
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Spend a little time, you'll find I'm deeper than the sea.
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I can move souls when I put my mind to it,
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Blessed with the flow, so I put my rhyme to it.
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A junkie for the rhythm when I feel the need,
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So I peel back my shirt and inject the feed...
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[Ritchie]
|
I don't want you to hate me
|
But I know not what I do.
|
70 days has made me,
|
And it's made a desert outta you.
|
|
[J]
|
Cause I'm burning up...
|
|
[J]
|
Open up my eyes in the morning
|
Feeling the sun bang against my brain
|
And now I'm crawling.
|
Pray this'll be the day when I fly free
|
None of the bullshit fucking with me.
|
Cause I'm twisting, turning,
|
Crashing down, hurting.
|
Wanna try and punk me out?
|
Cause I'm burning up.
|
If you feel the same, you gotta turn it up.
|
Gotta find a way to chase the pain away...
|
|
[Ritchie]
|
I don't want you to hate me
|
But I know not what I do (Cause I'm twisting, turning).
|
70 days has made me,
|
And it's made a desert outta you.
|
|
I don't want you to hate me
|
But I know not what I do (Cause I'm twisting, turning).
|
70 days has made me,
|
And it's made a desert outta you.
|
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70 Days
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| Five |
