I got your name, got your notebook, cell phone Look up relation, an invitation to die And all the faces, mopeds, can't go past it's fascination And it will eat you alive Me, I'm no stranger to the law You know I won't abide I've got my handcuffs, enough tape, suicide eyes And all the faces, gracious, look up to the sky This is the weight of the world Weight of the world makes me cry I could have been easier on you I should have been a little bit easier on you
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