100 lyrics for "One a twenty one"

I'm trying, I'm trying to sleep But I can't, but I can't when you all have Guns for hands yeah That you all have guns And you never put the safety on To take it, to take it, don't take it, take it, take it Guns for hands I know what you think in the
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Leave me alone I don't think it's going to happen anymore You took my thoughts from me, now I want nothing more And did you think you could just take it all away I don't think it's happening, this is what I say 'Cause I found it all So I don't think it's
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Do do do do I'm never what I like I'm double-sided And I just can't hide I kinda like it When I make you cry I'm semi-automatic, My prayers schizophrenic 'Cause I'm twisted up, I'm twisted up, inside
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Do do do do Do do do do Tonight I'll need you to stay Don't wanna call you in the nighttime Don't wanna give you all my pieces Don't wanna hand you all my trouble Don't wanna give you all my demons You'll have to watch me struggle From several rooms away
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Leave me alone, I'm a twenty something After years of expensive education A car full of books, and anticipation I'm an expert on Shakespeare, and that's a hell of a lot But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought Maybe I'll go traveling for a
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She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?" I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease. Let's say we up and left
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What a difference a day made Twenty-four little hours Brought the sun and the flowers Where there used to be rain My yesterday was blue, dear Today I'm a part of you, dear My lonely nights are through, dear Since you said you were mine Lord, what a
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They know that it's almost over They know that it's almost In time, I will leave the city For now, I will stay alive Of tending to this fire I've used up all I've collected I have singed my hands
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They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy" But we go where we want to They think this thing is a highway, highway But will they be alive tomorrow? They think this thing is a highway If it was our way, we'd have a tempo change every other time change
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