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(**feat. Gavin Clark) |
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I shoot it low, kill the flow |
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Ruin myself out on the north shore |
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I make it one, watch the sun |
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Sink behind the trees with the keys to the kingdom |
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I shoot it high, let it fly |
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Bury myself under a blue sky |
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I see a scheme, make it clean |
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Drown in blue rivers under a muffled scream |
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Call your number wishing I could make amends |
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And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again |
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I hit it down, kill the sound |
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Ruin myself out on the northbound |
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I make it one, kill the sun |
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Bury my disease with the keys to the kingdom |
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Call your number wishing I could make amends |
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And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again |
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I shoot it low |
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- Shoot. it. low |
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Kill the flow |
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- Kill. the. flow |
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Ruin myself out on the north shore |
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Call your number wishing I could make amends |
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And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again |
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Call your number wishing I could make amends |
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And I'm caught in a space between my head and my face again |