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| In background – "Do what I have to" |
| Remember Emily? |
| [In background – "That’s a long time" [2x] |
| In a long dress one summers day she said yes |
| Now every special requests requires another |
| So many times it feels endless, a big yes |
| Branded red on each breast |
| But she selfless out there |
| Doing her best strangest scene |
| Nobody seemed to be impressed. |
| The more she do for this fool |
| The more she behind schedule |
| Had no fun for so long |
| Old records turned her onto High School flings |
| And she was full of daring |
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| Colorful hair used to wear thirteen rings |
| Now she staring gludgery |
| Full in the face and accepts it as her place |
| And just incase there’s anything she missed, |
| She recheck the list |
| Does it over again, |
| To make sure it’s spotless. |
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| Jimmy longed for how it used to be, |
| She was viscous and volatile |
| She was feisty, iced tea was the tipple never asked nicely, |
| Her lips used to Curl down ever so slightly, impolite, |
| Fire burned bright behind the Oakley, |
| We just had to get to grips. |
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| After a few long sipped juice begin to lose flavour, |
| She no longer gets to savor being consumed. |
| Jimmy sleeps drunk in the other room still in his shoes Escaping head long into the booze, |
| The whole house vibrating with the changes of moods. |
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| From feisty she turned into being nice to me |
| In the old days he’d of been wearing Ice T, |
| Jimmy Cradles times return, |
| She was fine and so beautifully unconcerned. |
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| Jimmy Told her on the day he quit |
| You don’t love me you love the relationship |
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| Me? |
| I’m the prodeney product of Misogheny, |
| Jimmy and Emily Harmogeny |
| They promised me nothing but honesty, |
| And that’s all I got, |
| I could never be the cement in their destiny, |
| They still haven’t forgiven me, |
| You know my own woman is leaving me |
| Said she stopped believing me, |
| Cant even see what she saw in me, |
| I told my woman she was beautiful, |
| She didn’t believe, |
| Convinced herself I was preparing to leave, |
| so she took my son and left the world free. |
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| I told my woman she was beautiful Ten Times a Day, |
| Ten Times a Day she would Smile, and look away. |
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| I end up throwing my love down a bottomless pit. |
| And giving myself away… |
Kama Coma 