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It's not just the pain, the pain in my back |
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That laughs in my face, my face every night |
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Or the poison that took my lungs |
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That keeps me from feeling warm |
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But how could a rooftop view in |
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LondonLook just the same as one in |
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BrooklynNothing is changed but now but now |
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I fight with the words |
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And I can't see so good |
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And there's gotta be more, much more than this |
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I got pages of dreams, they're covered in piss |
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And the poison that took my soul |
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That keeps me from feeling anything |
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And how could a rooftop view in |
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LondonLook just the same as one in |
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BrooklynNothing is changed but now but now |
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I fight with the words |
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And I can't see so good |
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And now I fight with the words |
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And now I fight with the words |
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Now I fight with the words |
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And how could a rooftop view in |
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LondonLook just the same as one in |
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BrooklynNothing is changed but now but now |
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I fight with the words |
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And I can't see so good |
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And I can't see so good(I can't see so good) |
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And I can't see so good(And I can't see so good) |
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And I can't see so good |
