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I'm aching |
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So tell me what's shaking |
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Watching from the bushes, I'm patient |
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Still like a stone but my mind ain't vacant |
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I'm waiting, I'm waiting |
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Breathing in deep through my nose wind as it blows |
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Got there on my own ain't no roads where I want to go |
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Picking up a stone for a throw then let it go |
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Lone tonight with flowers I never know |
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Hell moving round in my face as I'm looking down |
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Down out of town and all that is around |
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Down is the place by the lake where she drowned |
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Down is the place little houses can be found |
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Now all the windows with the lights on looking similar |
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This end to me, it's routine, it's familiar |
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Start to get a feeling about where my two lights are |
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These niggas calling me, it'd be rude if I don't go |
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Started to decent from the ridge with my eyes fixed |
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On those lights and my feet stepping on sticks |
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"I'm coming, I'll be there soon" |
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And when I get there I'mma tear apart the room |
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See now I'm from the hills wich is where I first began |
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To the side of the house which is where I now stand |
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The edge of the rules and the long way between them |
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This house is safe it got nothing to fear (yeah) |
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So if you catch your window smashed something gon' snap (damn) |
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And what they lose they couldn't get back (nope) |
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Dirt across the floor like it started from nowhere |
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Water pipe howling let them know what's out there |
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For what they're about to lose they have no understanding |
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And my prison stint, left more damage in the can |
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I move through the house, all nerve all sheet |
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Door open with a creek what a treat she still asleep |