| Doesn’t matter if we’ve been down
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| Nothing’s later than it is now
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| And you feel it like the motion
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| To the bottom of the ocean
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| Getting lifted in the basement
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| Where we all become the same thing
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| Always talk like you could get this
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| In the city acting reckless
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| Doesn’t matter if we’ve been down
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| Nothing’s later than it is now
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| I can’t see through my projections
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| Getting high off your possession
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| Looking pretty, looking vacant
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| When we all become the same thing
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| In the city acting reckless
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| You don’t know when to stop
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk, no talk
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| No talk, no talk, no talk, no talk |