Yea I turned 21 in prison locked up at night
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Now I walk around free seems like another life
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Another roll with some other dice
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Another ho or a loving wife
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People come and go some really you never know
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Intellectual midgets that really never grow
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Fake love that holds on like"can I hold you though?"
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And old friends will look at you like "yo, yea I told you so"
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A toast to the broken hearted
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Who never finished what they fuckin started
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People who go out and try to be a rebel at night
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Try to make up for the fact that they settled in life
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It's like a fight between the devil & Christ over the limelight
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Spiritual celebrity poker
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But the whole deck is full of jokers
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And every year that you get older
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The stakes get higher
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Gambling with a bunch of fakes and liars
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Real talk 'cause the real New York
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Is the pain and the suffering of lost love
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Staring off into the distance in the midst of the club
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Depression and emptiness that lead to suicide
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And the struggle inside of yourself that keeps you alive
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Survived and medicated stalked by sobriety
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The life that you live now tortured by memories violently
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I pray inside of me that one day you could be forgiven
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For murdering the beautiful world we used to live in
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[Chorus]
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Crimes of the heart [2X]
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Love...doesn't need a complicated metaphor
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And sometimes nothing needs to be said at all
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Sometimes a person you with is not your one and only
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And you just fuck with them because you afraid to be lonely
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And when you come back its too late
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So you overcompensate
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Like victims of rape
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Full of self hate
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Lost in the affection to strangers around you
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Instead of the only person that ever gave a fuck about you
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Thought you were happy so you didn't come check me
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But then when he cheated or treated you incorrectly
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You conveniently realized you could never forget me
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And tried to crawl back in my life unexpectedly
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These are my indictments
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Of those who claim to be righteous
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And leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightment
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But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment
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Even towards every illusion I've been in love with
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'cause the heart that betrays itself willingly
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Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability
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Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated and try to be an independent republic
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But liberty to be loved on the surface is worthless
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The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose
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Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption
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Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention
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[Chorus]
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Crimes of the heart [2x]
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Looking for the shining light
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Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with me tonight?
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Round we go (won't cross?) climbing through the endless night
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Who's it gonna be? Who'll walk the line with me this time? (me this time oooh oooh oooh)
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Climbing through the endless night (endless night, endless night)
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Crimes of the Heart
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Immortal Technique |