| I got holes in my bones
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| And I have bees in the depths of my lungs
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| They want the honey
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| Now every molecule’s stung
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| All my regrets start to trickle down
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| But they stain on the tip of my tongue
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| You took the money
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| You took the money and ran
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| But you could have made it right this time
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| And you should have made it right, there’s still time
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| But you will stay the same as you always have
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| Make some look good and all the others look bad
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| You’ll be the best friend I never had
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| Yeah, this is how you chose to walk away
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| Yeah, this is how you leave
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| I’ve lost control, and I
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| Just need my songs to be sung
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| Take the fucking money, take the fucking money
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| Take the fucking money and run
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| But you could have made it right this time
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| And you should have made it right, there’s still time
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| But you will stay the same as you always have
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| Make some look good and all the others look bad
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| You’ll be the best friend I never had
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| Yeah, this is how you chose to break away
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| Yeah, this is why you’re always so opaque
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| Yeah, this is how you leave
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| These walls are closing in
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| You take the money, you take the money and have fun |