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Look no farther than the fathers who go farther than they should |
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To the point where we're surrounded by the scars behind their hoods |
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And who is gonna teach them wrong from right? |
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Who's gonna tell them it's alright? |
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Just pass the just cigarette |
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And take these brain cells out my head |
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Fill my lungs, drain my heart... |
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'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter |
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And I feel much better |
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And demons wave the white flag for me |
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Still my bones keep pleading to walk out |
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From all of this fall out |
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But there's no way that I could leave |
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So I don't leave |
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Turn my bitterness to sweet |
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I gotta find a new release, yeah. |
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So I'm trading blues for green |
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Da da da da da... ooh, yeah, yeah |
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Listen |
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See, I'm a simple man I don't even have a phone |
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If I did I wouldn't pick it up I want to be alone |
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I don't trust anyone in this one-track town |
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When the people walk by, watch my eyes fall down |
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And who is gonna teach them wrong, is gonna teach them wrong from right? |
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Just pass the just cigarette |
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And take these brain cells out my head |
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Fill my lungs, drain my heart, heart, heart, heart, heart |
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'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter |
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And I feel much better |
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And demons wave the white flag for me |
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Still my bones keep pleading to walk out |
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From all of this fall out |
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And there's no way that I could leave |
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So I don't leave |
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Turn my bitterness to sweet |
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I gotta find a new release, hey |
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So I'm trading blues for green |
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Da da da da da... ooh, yeah, yeah |
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Just pass the just cigarette |
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And take these brain cells out my head |
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Oh, fill my lungs, drain my heart... |
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'Cause this smoke cloud's giving me shelter |
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And I feel much better |
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And demons wave the white flag for me |
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Still my bones keep pleading to walk out |
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From all of this fall out |
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But there's no way that I could leave |
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So I don't leave |
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Turn my bitterness to sweet |
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I gotta find a new release, yeah |
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So I'm trading blues for green |
