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It aint funny how we don't talk anymore |
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I'm custom built to be spilt but fun 'til i hit the floor |
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Why be the powdery apple in the bunch |
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The sweetness aint so delish without the crunch |
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
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Sharp dressed for convicts (high maintenance) |
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The blood is our stitch (old licks for sense) |
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But lets get it together (Let's Roll) |
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Before this ship sinks |
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Or watch me decay |
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You patroned my decay |
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Yeh i'm the new Pompeii |
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It aint funny how you don't see me anymore |
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I'm a ghost, a desparate host, always lookin to the door |
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And you wonder why i beat my head beat my head beat my delicacies Well |
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What do you do for clarity |
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah |
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Sharp dressed for convicts (high maitenance) |
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The blood is our stitch (old licks for sense) |
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But lets get it together (Let's Roll) |
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Before this ship sinks |
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Or watch me decay |
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(Did you ever think we were a team) |
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You patroned my decay |
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(Did you ever think we were together?) |
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Yeh i'm the new Pompeii |
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I'm the new Pompeii... |
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I saw ya |