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One more mental cavity
(Long Long ago)
Past is the past
Give myself a hand
I won't slip through the cracks
Nothings ever black and white
Hiding out in plain sight
I know that it's not right
Air I breathe is gone tonight
Pretty good to meet you
Remember all the things that I put you through
Every single bruise that I left stayed blue
All the deep cuts that I made bled through
All the times I didn't let you be you
Faking something else
So I wasn't see through
Playing mans game
Stuck like glue
Couldn't break loose
Couldn't break loose
(Long Long ago)
Past is the past
Give myself a hand
I won't slip through the cracks
It's like a shank in the stomach
Seven days a week
Whether I'm awake or asleep
The fall is very steep alright
Take a leap or you sink
Expand or you shrink
It's hard to see you like this
All full of holes in the soul like swiss
A swing and a miss
I guess I got however long I live to kiss bliss
(It's called the American dream, but you have to be asleep to believe in it)
(Fuck those people) Yeah (Fuck that shit)
Hear that fucking train horn
Wake you up from your sleep
Got you feeling reborn
Yeah
Sitting by the candlelight
Day fades into night
Loosing sight like a salamander
Who the fuck are you trying to impress
Chickens with the heads cut off
Dollar brawlers always looking to oppress
That fancy footwork and finesse
