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The story of my life, is I got bones |
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My body like my mind |
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Are both tired and cold. |
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Been on high for days, |
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And now they've lost sight |
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'Cause I got gold. |
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I made a record of, my platinum life |
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It's gonna make me rich, fill me up inside |
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Threw it all away, 'cause it's not what I like |
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And it's not why you're mine. |
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Let's never forget who paid to get us here. |
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I never understand why no one sees this clear. |
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I got my disease when I was young |
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I put my records on, and around I spun |
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It's been that way for years, |
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But now I've grown tired. |
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I've got blood running through my veins, |
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But I'm sick and tired |
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Of the fakest face, telling me to smile |
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Not quite losing faith, just giving it time |
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To make up its mind |
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It's not what I like |
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And it's not why you're mine. |
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Let's never forget who paid to get us here. |
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I never understand why no one sees this clear. |
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Let's never forget who paid to get us here. |
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I never understand why no one sees this clear. |
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Until the whoa, |
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Don't let me tell you about the whoa, |
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Let's never forget who paid to get us here. |
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And now we throw it all away before we ever hear |
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Whoa... |
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Now let me tell you about the whoa... |
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So let me tell you about the whoa... |