These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final days... These are the final
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Anyone can see that this is over And I'm walking away You know I can't stay here today No there's no way Do you know the places That we ran to have been
Welcome to the end, the universe expands, Everyone is glad as the sun descends, And your self esteem, comes back from where it's been, We are all indebted
the door Well, now, who could that be? I say, "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT!?" They're not sayin' anything So finally
' down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the *** Got a ***, *** your head off wit' it Anything you hear
', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I
[newspaper, newspaper, newspaper] I welcomed everybody I invited to the crib. It was good to finally see them, So I asked them how they been [fine] They
, hats to the back I ain't tryin' to take passengers, what else do that? I'm not concerned with what you do Fuck all that regular shit, I'm too cuckoo Anything
fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that
can change (hook) i came to a point where i can speak my mind and not feel, im livin in a box to keep the girl i am conceald and ooh i finally found
we love the most the truth about ourselves. And when they say, Hey that doesn't fit into our box for you, we say, Well, I ain't in no box. Don't try
say that we couldn't sleep just staring at the clock. But when numbers seem to blur and the reflection is lost. Anything is love as you stare into your box
I stopped talking when I was six years old I didn't want anything more to do with the outside world I was happy being quiet But of course they wouldn
before I start, I'll stall before I start anything at all Got a job at Uncommon Grounds I finally shaved off that beard Sold my X-box to Jimmy down
And then we shake the Preacher's hand Go home, into your blue jeans Have some chicken and some baked beans Pick a back yard football team Nothin' much of anything
on a bit with a miniature doll's foot, finally indicating that s Nceal her pubic hair with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing