| See it fall apart in your own hands
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| What you called this was romance
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| Well, no more
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| Well, no more
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| (Well, no more, no)
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| 'Cause I don’t like to talk about shit that’s fake
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| And I won’t want to talk about hand made faith
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| Is there anything at all that you’d like to say that doesn’t pertain to
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| something insane? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Or is it cool to accept it?
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| Your own son isn’t what you expected (No, no)
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| To my surprise, I cauterize the fact that I might be co-dependent on something
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| but religion (Yeah, yeah)
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| I thought you were leaving, why haven’t you gone?
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| I still feel your presence on me
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| Is this what you meant by keeping a close eye?
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| Well I’ve been trying to…
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| See it fall apart in your own hands
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| What you called this was romance
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| Well, no more
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| Well, no more
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| Drugs, do they even make a difference?
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| For instance sometimes, I can’t even operate
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| Corroborating with my chemicals sometimes makes my entrails feel betrayed
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| They feel betrayed, and in turn, there’s a sense of hate towards my…
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| Drugs, do they even make a difference?
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| For instance sometimes, I can’t even operate
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| Corroborating with my chemicals sometimes makes my entrails feel betrayed
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| Makes my mind feel okay
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| Keeps bad thoughts at bay
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| And in turn there’s a sense of hate towards my drugs
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| Do they even make a difference?
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| For instance sometimes, I can’t even operate
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| Corroborating with my chemicals sometimes makes my entrails feel betrayed
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| They feel betrayed, they feel betrayed
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| I need restrain
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| When in turn, there’s a sense of hate towards my drugs
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| Sometimes makes my entrails feel betrayed
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| Sometimes makes my entrails feel betrayed
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| See it fall apart in your own hands
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| What you called this was romance
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| Well, no more
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| Well, no more |