you're coming home to an empty space inside of you,
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there's no other place.
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you're wondering hard what you're here for,
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but every night you still walk out that door.
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you're just a screwed up kid,
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who doesn't know who he is
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fights the words in his head,
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screams he's better off dead.
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met a punk with a dis
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wants a fight and now you're pissed
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it's already too late
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sawed off your hate
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what did you sell your soul for?
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was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
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you got props from your boys on the block,
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a cross to bear that never ends
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what did you sink so low for?
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was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
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props from the cops and the court
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a sin you can't erase
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he caught you looking his way
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hands in the air - what the hell'd ya say?
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i know something sad but true
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that motherfucker was as scared as you.
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you're just a screwed up kid,
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who doesn't know who he is
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fights the words in his head,
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screams he's better off dead.
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met a punk like you
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what the fuck you gonna do?
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point the piece at his eyes
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you never realized
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sell it with a pistol in the sack.
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they push you so hard, gonna push right back.
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sell it and don't put up a fight
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your life has just started but it all ends tonight.
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Bullet
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