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Cut the shit. You know it's just a part of life
Fuck that shit. It was your choice to sacrifice
Don't do it because you can
You are innocent in criminal times
But you're not into it. Why do you even try?
Go do it while you can
I can see the hypocrisies
Words are coming back to haunt me
Leaving her so quickly always felt like a mistake
She didn't yell. She didn't cry. This is all she said:
"You'll regret this some day"
Paranoid of anything pinning you down
Well now your only solace comes from streets in this town
And the sadness of all that surrounds
I can read the hypocrisies
Words are coming back to haunt me
I can read the hypocrisies
Words are coming back to haunt me