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I miss the smell of the sunset Gray matter on the gas But this ain't PL in the rear view I'm boutta body a bag They said I couldn't ever love you But they wasn't anyone else I'm doing it all by myself Now I'm paranoid, I might try and get help I don't know how or who to turn to And I'm running out of weed to burn through I might catch on fire like them f**king monks do I wonder if they end up wishing they didn't When flesh turns into cinder To a body bag in the dumpster Now it's too late and it's futile Even miracles turn into monsters I'm over it Let me tell you what I don't wanna fight about it You're the only one It's not that complicated, baby Tell me all your deepest, darkest secrets So I can forget 'em You're nothing without baggage, dear I don't mind when you come around Cause then it all just quiets down Like, finally, my god I'm sick of all the noises, tired of the people I can't taste the poison anymore, my tongue's tied Mother Mary got her tubes tied I could do it any minute if I had the nerve Let me tell you what I don't wanna fight about it You're the only one It's not that complicated, baby Let me tell you what I don't wanna fight about it You're the only one It's not that complicated, baby
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