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The real


I'm dreaming,At the wrong times Not existing when I sleep Moments of when my mother use to weep Deep ties,So I'm knotted to everyone Deep lies ,I ain't trusting anyone Deep cries,From all my failed tries Its fucked up when you qualify But not worthy of a chance No alibi for the stain on my jacket No sun just rain for the roses It's fucked up when gotta wonder where home is We struggle then we climb into our coffins 
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TalkinBoutTone
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