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It's The Record, Not The Player
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September 2012 Run with my feet, stuck with my mind,
not like my default is to try and rewind,
let me remind you how i feel,
i wouldn't feel like this if i didn't sense something real,
but not for long, how much further can i run?
until i fold over in pain, i'm done,
same song is sung, fixed the player,
it's the record, she's my savior,
ask any favor, and i'm here for you,
just don't ever ask me to be true,
never with you will trust be an issue,
it's a whole years subscription, lyrical missile,
need a tissue? need a hand?
need me back? better off asking me to borrow a grand,
cause something i can't is talk to you currently,
the timing will never be right, i'm sure you'll see.
