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Better Off
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Sick, Sad, Sons
How did I get here A walk on a poor lit road in a stale year I saw consequence as a failure Well, you failed and left me here
And I learned to let things be When they're falling apart in front of me We're all sons of sick and mystery There's no history, It's just you and me
Keep me simple And unplug my head I want to live In your innocence
You'll never find what you're looking for We'll try it all till there is nothing left
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