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Killjoy |
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space boy |
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fighting off pernicious comments |
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out in acid-worns |
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and if we die |
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at least we tried |
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and in that time please bury me |
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in clouds of white |
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and understand |
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try to understand |
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we picked our game please stick out your hand |
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i can't |
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i'm sorry but i can't |
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cuz you lose you lose you lost what you never had |
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kickin |
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ragged and |
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steppin streetwise across a concrete candyland |
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and when she died |
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it was her time |
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and with cut-lip, whispers, |
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bury me in clouds of white |
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and understand |
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try to understand |
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you picked our game please stick out your hand |
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i can't |
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i'm sorry but i can't |
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cuz you lose you lose you lost what you never had |
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it all |
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i think i lost it all |
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the puzzle piece is there and i say, |
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now we're tall |
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you're towering too tall |
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and you lose you lose you lost you lost it for us all |
