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Yesterday, you turned the motel into your home
Made those lightbulbs into cups
Eat out of my hands, cause you cut off yours
Feed you my hard earned piece of land

On the 10th floor bathroom, people fall everyday
She said, "Dead men don't matter to me"
So I yell drag your knuckles
Won't you hurry up now

I hope you've found new friends while the lands empty
Their creeping eyes follow me
And those south Philly scumbags take the fun out of me
But there's fear in your eyes and I'm losing sleep

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