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Hello there you're unafraid The missed calling looks the same I will color inside your lines Hypothetically my friend Just asking how well it's been My life between the stars and ground I've used up my words on broken sense F*ck shit, fucking dense Things were not a perfect say Weapons of our head A limited clear turned away Surrounded by those feel the sames Those who'll never let them down Taken by a straffened hold Held back by what you've been told You can't reach way up in the sky I've used up my words on broken sense F*ck shit, fucking dense Things were not a perfect say Weapons of our head Can't be mad cause you wanted that But what's contained is all the fact I just feel so fucking bad It don't matter what I have to say I'm throwing to see if shit stays Any reason's enough for me I've used up my words on broken sense F*ck shit, fucking dense Things were not a perfect say Weapons of our head