| I lost my piece of mind getting caught up in the silence
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| Turn life worries in to hind, all the trouble’s in my sight
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| They said maybe tomorrow you’re gonna die
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| You’re readin' from the lines
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| In the palm of my hand, or
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| Watchin' all the sand fallin'
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| From these hourglasses
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| Just waitin' for a casket
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| All ready, Grim Reaper, come get me, feelin' so heavy
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| Thinkin' about whatever the devil is gonna send me
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| Devil is gonna send me, hmm
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| I’m tryna savor my luck
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| I’m out of four-leaf clovers
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| I’m superstitious enough to think that my day is over
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| Oh, as tempting as it seems
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| To let myself believe
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| All the signs, I need them
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| What am I gonna do?
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| What am I gonna do?
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| I’m questionin' the way it works
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| What did I do to deserve
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| This change of rhythm so bitter I’m getting butt-hurt by
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| Almost everything, it’s unsettling
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| Focus on better things, start, stop
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| Hidin' in your euphimisms, believin' your superstition
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| Followin' your intuition ain’t always so good for you
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| I know if you’ve been bad that bad will come to you
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| That doesn’t mean that all the bad cat bullsh- is actually true
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| I don’t need my fortune told to tell me I’ve got unrequited love
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| I got issues with my trust, got a conscience, that’s enough for me
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| That is enough for me, hm
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| Savor my luck
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| I’m out of four-leaf clovers
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| I’m superstitious enough to think that my day is over
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| Oh, as tempting as it seems
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| To let myself believe
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| All the signs, I need them
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| What am I gonna do?
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| What am I gonna do?
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| What am I gonna do?
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| What am I gonna do? |