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Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people, well...
Ask how old I am
Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades...
When the glitter's gone
You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
Oh we're lonely one Mercedes down
The brighter lights and their smiles, their empty hands
Some people don't get much
Some people feel they're in touch
With spirit worlds...
Talking to you now
Some people just can't say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick...
When it's all messed up
You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
What you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin
You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it, you owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin
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