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Visitor come to my room and see all the trash I made. |
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Stay a while, I'm on the verge of laying it down. |
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A vagabond, and all his trash in search to find his crown. |
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Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are constantly burning out. |
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I'd hate to, rain on your parade, |
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But everything you know is taken by this flood, |
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You were blind but there's no hope. |
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Dig a hole but there's no blood, |
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Who am I to pretend, who am I to recommend there is something less. |
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Than timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor, and cut your eyes out. |
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Find me, oh Saint, I'm bending, breaking, at my knees, praying. |
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I've exposed, this earth has taken pride in seeing my, most vulnerable state. |
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I find no humor in letting yourself stray away, from those pictures. |
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When they cause you to see shame in yourself, you can run from your problems. |
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But they'll follow you like a trend, |
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One shot to forgetting, six shots to falling in the end. |
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I was the king, of kings, I stand for one rule, and one rule for myself, as a man. |
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I will fall and as my son you've watched it all. |
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Behind every mask, lies a man, who can't live in his own skin. |
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He lives by the flask, he bathes in his past, and he dies by his own sins. |
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