can you take this away from me when that shooting star that we saw says you're wrong So right this all down in a letter confessing that you never, you
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you take this away from me when that shooting star that we saw says you're wrong So right this all down in a letter confessing that you never, you said you
someone what wwent wrong They'll say it's not their fault So when you're feeling might low Not just a little, but a lot You realize you're all messed
illin', prefer for head-fillin' When you enter my jurasdicition of non-fiction And lead-fillin' if you steppin' to mad niggas bitchin' 'Cause your gang is regretful when you're
the wise one to thee" When you've been here this long, one day you belong One day you wake up and forget what seemed wrong. And the first day of may
what wwent wrong They'll say it's not their fault So when you're feeling might low Not just a little, but a lot You realize you're all messed up
Ask someone what wwent wrong They'll say it's not their fault So when you're feeling might low Not just a little, but a lot You realize you're all messed
