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作曲 : Lazerbeak, POS |
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Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class/ |
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With a maglight right beneath her pillow/ |
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And though shes never been a boxer by choice/ |
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Shes known to act oak you never catch her a willow/ |
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Shes the calm type/ you see the small scars/ |
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Creepin down her arms/ peeking from them long sleeves/ |
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Right/ she keeps em weak in the knees/ but she stay out of sight/ |
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And when the school bell rings/ its goodnight/ |
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Or might as well be/ he never sees her around/ |
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But he looks/ for weeks now hes been maybe tomorrow/ |
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But hes shook/ he sees those bruises and he needs to please her/ |
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Plus he dont wanna go home either/ |
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Gives her a look they pass/ copies down a poem from a schoolbook/ |
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Gives it to her after hesitation/ whoops his ass/ she took it fast/ |
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Lost like all sensation in her hands/ and braced herself gracefully/ |
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Sturdy where she stands/ humble mumbling/ passing the words fumbling/ |
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Nothing discouraging/ just nerves (just)/ drumming up the courage/ |
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Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/ |
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Somethin or/ something that he read/ |
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Caught her right beneath the armor/ |
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Cauterized thought of any/ blunt force trauma/ |
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Aint no way he could harm her/ |
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When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales / |
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Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ |
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Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/ |
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When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales / |
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Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ |
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Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/ |
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Shes in the weather the whole storm/ |
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Huggin on her prince his hands to skin warm/ |
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Quick out the door no note no forlorn/ |
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Cause all they heard was Papa dont hit me no more/ |
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But they couldnt seem to keep the swelling down/ |
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How they regretting ever letting out this 3rd child born/ |
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But things are getting better now/ cozy sweater now/ |
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With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down/ |
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And boy similar/ noise minimal/ |
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Toy criminal joys simple when someones found it in you/ |
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Somehow it boosts the individual/ that bluish hue is mutual they/ |
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Make love gently/ so aware of each others bruises/ |
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And sorta scared they could lose this/ |
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Trust bury the blues/ somewhere it wont bear roots/ |
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But is this boy where the truth is/ shes spooked see/ |
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Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless/ branch that its attached to/ |
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And quacks say if hes beat up hes bound to smack you/ |
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Shes down to step back now/ he ever get loud/ |
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She couldnt be proud of whatever she might do/ |
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This is the first time she ever felt touched/ |
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That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/ |
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That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/ |
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Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/ |
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Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored dont/ |
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Hes not one of them tools that/ screws nuts and bolts/ |
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And she know that/ and she know that/ |
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And she know that/ but she holds back/ and she hope that/ |
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He see the way she flinch/ cuz its kneejerk/ to brace for attack/ |
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Even if hes only rubbing her back/ I mean/ |
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And even if its like the deck has been stacked/ |
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Its not an act hes really loving her back/ |
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Hold your heart up/ never raise your hand/ |
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She says that with her grown up voice/ |
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Im yours now/ just like a child/ |
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Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/ |
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I love you/ they say that with they lips/ |
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never raise your hand/ |
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He says that with her grown up voice/ |
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Im yours now/ just like a child/ |
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Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/ |
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I love you/ they say that with they lips/ |
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When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales/ |
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Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ |
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Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/ |
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When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales/ |
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Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ |
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Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/ |
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