| The hands of time
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| Are slowing down this old heart of mine
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| The hands of time
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| Are slowing down this old heart of mine
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| I used to be assertive
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| But now I’m just exhausted
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| I used to wanna burn shit
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| But now it all feels force-fed
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| Yeah, I’ve got a fuckin' headache
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| I’ve had enough of all the heartache
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| I wanna get away, sing about the better days
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| It’s all shade when you’re fallin' through that dark space
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| I didn’t know my story’d ever get told
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| I thought that I would disappear into a cold black hole
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| No oxygen, no control over the pressure
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| And no mess left after I implode
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| And I suppose all the confidence grows
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| When the shovel breaks ground and success starts to show, yeah
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| It’s no way it won’t affect the ego
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| So keep the injury clean and protect your emo
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| I’m tryna find a buried treasure
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| I don’t got the time to carry any extra
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| Don’t ever register the efforts of a heckler
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| Unless you can exploit it for your own agenda, right?
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| Jumped off of the top rope
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| And I landed at Bob Hope
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| Hopped in the cargo and drove to the racetrack
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| The player had a trailer in the back just to take a nap
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| I came to rap and break free from the cage
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| Don’t ever misinterpret nothin' 'bout what keeps me engaged
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| I’m tryna act my age, I’m tryna lose some weight
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| I’m tryna face what I’m afraid of just to prove that it’s fake
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| Then I’m out, but hold up, before we head to the exits
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| Let’s get these bread sticks and dead this death wish
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| And even if we lose everything we’ve collected
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| They could never remove all of the lives we’ve connected (Ooh-ooh)
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| The hands of time
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| Are slowing down this old heart of mine (Ooh-ooh)
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| The hands of time
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| Are slowing down this old heart of mine (Ooh-ooh) |