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Today I woke up, |
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Younger than |
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I've been in years. |
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Not concerned with what's outside |
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And peers, |
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I don't have any. |
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No one is my equal because |
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I'm the king of rain. |
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Controlling with my moodswings, |
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Throw a thunderstorm your way, way. |
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Drowning girls is a game |
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I play. Today |
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I woke up, |
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More awake than |
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I have felt in years. |
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Not concerned with anything, no tears. |
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Well I'm done with that shit. |
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No one is your equal because you're the queen of pain. |
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Controlling with my mood temps, |
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Staring at my shoes while running away, way. |
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Drowning myself is a game |
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I play. Drown myself away, |
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Drown myself away, away. |
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Goodbye. This is getting over you. |
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This is getting over you. |
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This is getting over you. |
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This is getting over you. |
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This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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Getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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Getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you). |
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This is getting over you. |
