| Yeah, it’s my life
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| My own words I guess
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| Have you ever loved someone so much
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| You’d give an arm for?
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| Not the expression
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| No, literally give an arm for?
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| When they know they’re your heart
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| And you know you are their armor
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| And you will destroy anyone
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| Who would try to harm 'em
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| But what happens when karma
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| Turns right around and bites you?
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| And everything you stand for
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| Turns on you, despite you?
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| What happens when you become
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| The main source of a pain?
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| «Daddy look what I made
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| Dad’s gotta go catch a plane»
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| «Daddy where’s mommy?
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| I can’t find mommy, where is she?»
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| I don’t know, go play, Hailie
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| Baby, your daddy’s busy
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| Daddy’s writing this song
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| This song ain’t gonna write itself
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| I’ll give you one underdog
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| Then you gotta swing by yourself
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| Then turn right around on that song
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| And tell her you love her
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| And put hands on her mother
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| Who’s a spitting image of her
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| That’s Slim Shady, yeah baby
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| Slim Shady’s crazy
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| Shady made me
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| But tonight Shady’s rocka by baby
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| And when I’m gone
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| Just carry on, don’t mourn
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| Rejoice every time you hear
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| The sound of my voice
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| Just know that I’m looking down
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| On you smiling
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| And I didn’t feel a thing
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| So, baby don’t feel no pain
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| Just smile back
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| And when I’m gone
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| Just carry on, don’t mourn
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| Rejoice every time you hear
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| The sound of my voice
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| Just know that I’m looking down
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| On you smiling
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| And I didn’t feel a thing
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| So, baby don’t feel no pain
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| Just smile back
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| I keep having this dream
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| I’m pushin', Hailie on the swing
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| She keeps screaming
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| She don’t want me to sing
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| «You're making mommy cry, why?
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| Why is mommy crying?»
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| Baby, daddy ain’t leaving no more
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| «Daddy you’re lying»
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| «You always say that
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| You always say this is the last time
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| But you ain’t leaving no more
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| Daddy you’re mine»
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| She’s piling boxes in front of the door
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| Trying to block it
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| «Daddy please, daddy don’t leave
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| Daddy, no stop it»
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| Goes in her pocket
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| Pulls out a tiny necklace locket
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| It’s got a picture
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| «This'll keep you safe, daddy, take it withcha'»
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| I look up, it’s just me
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| Standing in the mirror
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| These fuckin' walls must be talking
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| 'Cause, man, I can hear 'em
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| They’re saying
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| «You've got one more chance to do right»
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| And it’s tonight
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| Now go out there and show
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| That you love 'em before it’s too late
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| And just as I go to walk out
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| Of my bedroom door
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| It’s turns to a stage
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| They’re gone
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| And the spotlight is on
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| And I’m singing
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| And when I’m gone
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| Just carry on, don’t mourn
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| Rejoice every time you hear
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| The sound of my voice
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| Just know that I’m looking down
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| On you smiling
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| And I didn’t feel a thing
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| So, baby don’t feel no pain
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| Just smile back
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| And when I’m gone
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| Just carry on, don’t mourn
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| Rejoice every time you hear
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| The sound of my voice
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| Just know that I’m looking down
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| On you smiling
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| And I didn’t feel a thing
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| So, baby don’t feel no pain
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| Just smile back
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| Sixty thousand people
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| All jumping out their seat
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| The curtain closes
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| They’re throwing roses at my feet
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| I take a bow
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| And thank you all for coming out
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| They’re screaming so loud
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| I take one last look at the crowd
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| I glance down
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| I don’t believe what I’m seeing
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| «Daddy it’s me, help mommy
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| Her wrists are bleeding»
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| But, baby, we’re in Sweden
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| How did you get to Sweden?
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| «I followed you daddy
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| You told me that you weren’t leavin'
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| «You lied to me dad
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| And now you make mommy sad
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| And I bought you this coin
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| It says, 'Number One Dad'»
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| «That's all I wanted
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| I just want to give you this coin
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| «I get the point, fine
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| Me and mommy are gone»
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| But, baby, wait, «It's too late dad
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| You made the choice
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| Now go up there and show 'em
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| That you love 'em more than us»
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| That’s what they want
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| They want you Marshall
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| They keep screamin' your name
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| It’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep
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| Just take another pill
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| Yeah, I bet you, you will
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| You rap about it
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| Yeah, word, keep it real
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| I hear applause
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| All this time I couldn’t see
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| How could it be
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| That the curtain is closing on me?
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| I turn around
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| Find a gun on the ground, cock it
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| Put it to my brain and scream
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| «Die Shady» and pop it
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| The sky darkens |