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[Verse]
We're growing swell, ignoring Hell
Don't ask, just tell
Look at all these new friends
Write a book on their trends
Maybe tie some loose ends
Like the knot on this noose end
They'll tell me I sold out
Even if I die poor
So I pour my soul out
As it drops to the floor
All my friends are shadows
If I shine bright, they fade
So my fans are gallows
On their love, I hang