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You smoke your cigarettes down to the bone |
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And since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it |
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You have to carry on your own |
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You think you had it under control |
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Best foot forward and don't look back no more |
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It could break your heart and torment your soul |
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Well, they sold my name after they stole my shame |
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Sold my name, ah yeah |
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Tumbled my game, tumbled their game |
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Got a tablet sized brains, yeah |
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You smoke your cigarettes down to the bone |
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And it's best not to mention you're craving for attention |
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Your love for fame like blood from a stone |
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Too busy to notice that you've thrown |
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You turn to dust as there's no one left to trust |
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Last chance and your mind will go |
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Suppose my name, suppose it came |
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And they sold my shame, yeah |
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And suppose it came out and tumbled their game |
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Tablet sized brains, yeah |
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Or is it really such a sin though? |
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Toll for my sin |
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Is it such a sin though? |
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One hand is sailing |
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One hand is sailing |
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One hand is sailing |
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One hand is sailing |
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One hand is sailing |
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One hand is sailing |
