| I wish I could remember the day I lost it
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| Flip through the pages I’ve written when I’m unconcious
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| I black out and I don’t really understand it
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| But everythings relative everythings relative right now
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| I feel my life is a physical writing block
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| Repeating over the past but fighting against the clock
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| And it hurts me
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| Deep down inside though it urks me
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| And you could settle for poetical sounded purpose is gone
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| And I don’t really say goodbyes much
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| Wasn’t worth the wait but this plague is mine
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| Yup, so if my writing is encrypited across the airways
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| Boogie down break neck style emotion airraites the passion
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| Single emission to see the facit
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| Mingle with dead and inflict it with this disaster like welcome
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| I don’t know what it means but it helps me
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| Another dyin dream in the land of living wealthy, to pray on
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| Conflicted to the grey spots
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| Life is painted full palette pictures with the gifting, is my pain caused
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| Believe it though, even in it’s meaningless
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| I tread the water dreamfully exceeding what’s eating me
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| I get down
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| I get down, it’s like this, down like how
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| Man I black out the pressure
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| I fade out the sound
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| I get down, it’s like this, down like how
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| How down cut your wrists down pump your fists down
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| I get down, it’s like this, down like how
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| Man I black out the pressure
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| I fade out the sound
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| I get down and it’s like this
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| Mourn into it
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| Another grey day reject
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| Another tombstone in the graveyard of respect
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| The of my life and fuse with religion
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| Got all my shout outs to yeah like clay pigeons
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| And it isn’t what you envision
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| Would you admit if a single (intimate?) smidgeon if ever given a damn
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| So what’s my life huh another breath taken
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| Water under the bridge a fool for the makin, it must be
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| I mean love don’t trust me
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| Fight for it’s feelin while I die in it’s company
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| I get down and it’s impossible to get up
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| A heart full of bricks with a mouth full of hiccups
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| With more dust to kick up then ambition itself
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| Handcuffed to the furnace of my own vision of hell
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| I seem dossile yeah born into the wrong child
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| Fight against the smiles and frowns people
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| I get down
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| I get down, it’s like this, down like how
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| Man I black out the pressure
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| I fade out the sound
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| I get down, it’s like this, down like how
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| How down cut your wrists down pump your fists down
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| I get down, it’s like this, down like how
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| Man I black out the pressure
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| I fade out the sound
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| I get down and it’s like this
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| Let the weight I been to black
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| It would never be forgot
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| I can’t stop it I won’t let this blow away |