I wrote the news today In a 10 out south the midway rise And as my money flew Singing to the pockets you Could only know your shame Knowing what the good ones do And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah Then you know how recklessly the pages they are filthy Fake headlines Believe me come back Fake headlines Believe me come back Fake headlines Believe me Want to be upside down Maybe thrown from side to side Once you fall from the sky Sinning like a sheep at sea Want to live so out loud A fashion police break me And when you see the bruises on my legs from kicking pills, yeah
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