| Yeah, and it goes like this
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| Love at first sight, brought you on the greenest
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| You’re music to their ears, symphony completed
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| You see it, and you believe
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| From top of your New Era, to the souls on your Adidas
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| You couldn’t put a foot wrong even if you wanted
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| There’s magic in your moves, they all tell you that you got it
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| But that vibe got a shelf life and the clocks ticking
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| You can tell when it felt right, then it didn’t, and
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| They say it’s gone to your head
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| Dammit, it was all love when you wasn’t a threat
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| And scare yourself to death, expectations ain’t met
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| Second guess every move
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| That paranoia don’t mean it ain’t true, it’s on you
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| No one hear you calling for help
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| Battle lines in your mind, in a war with yourself
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| And you drown in the shots, ringing out all around yelling
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| «Man down, man down, man down»
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose
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| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes
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| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce
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| Yeah, preempting my own fate
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| Feel me fading away at the going rate
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| Convinced and inevitable, fall from grace
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| Fear mixed, we’re hating myself for shit that I can’t change
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| For my opinion over anyone else
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| You think there’s anything they’re saying
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| I ain’t thought of myself?
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| Fuck it I’m nothing, less that that
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| A fraud man, better if I wasn’t here
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| Wrestle those thoughts to the floor
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| Like a fuck if I defeat myself, before my turn
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| I prefer to assume the worst, then to get hurt
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| When success is self worth, lines blur
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| Perfect storm of outside force, and self-saboteur
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| 'Cause the world scratch the surface, barely sinks teeth in
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| But personal demons, could tear me to pieces
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| I know they say to know, 'you're not alone'
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| But no one else inside this fucking war zone
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| Like
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose
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| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes
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| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce
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| Yeah, so this it how it ends
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| Better getting by with a little help from you’re friends
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| Going without, accepting what up within
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| Self-respect and self-forgiveness
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| That’s a hell of a thing
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| And if it’s out of my hands and control
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| Then I don’t really talk about that anymore
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| Won’t always be the good days, for sure it’ll storm
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| But you can’t feel the black cloud above 'til it’s gone
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| Yeah but live and let live, Coup de grâce
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| I gets heavy but just know, this too shall pass
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| Man, solace is a promise land
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| Two hands, either end of an olive branch
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| And it cannot change without reason
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| My inner peace, still a long shot, but I’m reaching
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| I know what, when I say it’s all good and I actually believe it
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| Believe it, believe it
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| Yeah
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks
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| (I know the breaks)
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose (yeah)
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| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes
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| (You are not your mistakes)
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| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know the breaks
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| And I know, I know, I know, I know, it’s all to lose
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| But I know, I know, I know, you are not your mistakes
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| So I call, I call, I call, I call, I call a truce
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| And sometimes I’m like, «Fuck it, why even try?»
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| Then a message from a fan, will say I saved their life
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| So just know, inspiration has a two-way street
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| I drive myself crazy, then you save me
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| So let’s see where the new day leads
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| Let the motor run, I know it can be hard trynna open up
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| But at the heart of the matter, man it’s only love
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| And if you don’t know your own story, no one does |