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Every day it gets a little harder, can't seem to get away. |
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I remember there's a certain place, a place I wish I'd stay. |
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I feel so lost within -- pressured, I'm headed for that day. |
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Just one thought in my head, really. Do I need this fame? |
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Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be. |
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Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be. |
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Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak. |
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Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. |
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I lay in bed at night and wonder, should I go on this way? |
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It's the only thing I really got for now, and it's called fame. |
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Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be. |
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Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be. |
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Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak. |
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Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. |
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So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine. |
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So I see this face and I realize it's mine. |
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Gibberish |
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So I see this face so innocent and fine... and so fine. |
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So I see this face and I realize it's mine. |
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Gibberish |
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Every time, god damn, I look at my son, I see something I can't be. |
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Beautiful and care free, that's how I used to be. |
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Like some god damn fucking freak, I'm so pressured, I'm so weak. |
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Something takes a hold of me, something I can't believe. |
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Like some god damn fucking freak! (x4) |