Don t cut out my paper heartI ain t dyin anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin lemon yellow booze ole leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin anyway

I am I am I said I m not myselfbut I m not dead and I m not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I ll breathe your life vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike
Let go it s harder holding on
One more trip and I ll be gone
So keep your head up
Keep it onjust a whisper I ll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It s the last you ll ever ge
Break your neck with diamond noose
It s the last you ll ever choose

I am I am I said I m not myselfbut I m not dead and I m not for sale
Hold me closercloser let me go let me be just let me be

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