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I gotta stop picking fights
the ghosts of my past
While I'm rolling with the
I'm not sure how I'm gonna last

Pour salt on the wound
Love the ones hurt you, say

I really gotta picking fights
Or I'm gonna this

Every decision brings a vision of went wrong
Down rounds to play with

These memories me
I'm starting to think it's my
Flashing my eyes
Every man in a is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye

I really gotta stop picking
Now the are winning
But I'm smiling through the bruises, and blood
and grinning

Pour on the open wound
Love the ones that you, say

We are not let it go

These memories me
I'm starting to think it's my
Flashing my eyes
Every man in a hood is a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye