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From your fellow musician - CRGN!
CAll of my friends live in a plastic Gbag walking around
Jumping the Ctrain tracks, over the fence, veins all Gblack
Sleep on a bench in the park on my EmbirDthdGay
CCall the EmblueD liGghts
CCursed your EmnaaDamGe wChen IEm find DI'm Gstill Cawake
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CGive me everything good, and I'll throw it Gaway
I wish that I could quit but I can't stand the Cshakes
Choking to smoke, or singing your Gpraise
But I think there's a god and he hears either EmwaaDaaGay Cwhen I EmrejDoiGce Cand EmcomDplGaiCn
EmI never know Dwhat to GsaaCaaEmy
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EmBut I Dthink there's a Ggod and he Chears either EmwaaDaaGay Cwhen I EmrejDoiGce Cand EmcomDplGaiCn
Lift my EmvooDiiGce Cthat I was EmmaaDaaGde
CAnd somebody's Emlistening at Dnight with the Gghosts of my Cfriends when I EmpraDaaGy
CAsking "EmWhy did you Dlet them Gleave and then Cmake me EmstaDaaGy?"
CKnow my Emname and Dall of Gmy hideCous EmmisDtaGkeCs
But I EmrejDoiGceC. I EmrejDoiGceC. I EmrejDoiGceC. I EmrejDoiGceC
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