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TROUBLE, I hear the clock tick in the room |
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The walls will crumble, and you're holding the match between the fuse |
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There's something I just got, nothing else to say |
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I've been on the beats since yesterday |
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There's something loose, either way |
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Oh, we might as well be dead and be gone |
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If we don't belong here |
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Hey, the year and the day |
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That it lands on my face |
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Like I'm out of my sense |
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Yeah, and all the TROUBLE I'm in |
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TROUBLE I'm in |
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I feel you watch me across the room |
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Another summer, in the palms of the core of doom |
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Put my hand through the mirror like I'm guard alone |
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7 years bad luck is better than none |
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Following the good back into the gone |
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Oh, we might as well be dead and be gone |
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If we don't belong here |
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Hey, the year and the day |
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That it lands on my face |
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Like I'm out of my sense |
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Yeah, and all the TROUBLE I'm in |
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TROUBLE I'm in |
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Yeah, and all the TROUBLE I'm in |
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I see my brother, he's waiting in line for his turn |
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I'm not as humble, I know everything here is gonna burn |
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Sometimes I just got nothing else to say |
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I've been on the beats since yesterday |
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There's something loose, either way |
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Oh, we might as well be dead and be gone |
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If we don't belong here |
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Hey, the year and the day |
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That it lands on my face |
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Like I'm out of my sense |
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Yeah, and all the TROUBLE I'm in |
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Yeah, all the TROUBLE |
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Yeah, and all the TROUBLE I'm in |
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Yeah, all the TROUBLE |
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All the TROUBLE, |
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All the TROUBLE I'm in |
