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You don't ever bother me about it
Swear to God you bring Nirvana to me

I need 20 dollars

Every time I hit your line up

Almost quit, had no exit out

Cuz you held me down

Called you during crisis

When I had to swallow my pride you did the heimlich

Didn't have a solution

Stacked up, wounds you patched up

I need 20 dollars

Every time I hit your line up

I know you won't judge me
Living on a fantasy land

Drinking on a mimosa

Get a little weird

It's really a time together



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