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My friends are crows
Groups of murders
Their minds are slowed
With knowledge and thunders
My friends are snakes
They slither among the grass
They all mistake
Me for one of them
But I'm not like them
And I walk away
As I hold my breath
For another day
One thousand hours
Wasted away
Empty conversations
Shredded dollar bills
Broken communications
Cheap and empty thrills
These nights we don't remember
Are filled with easy tells
These nights that we are hindered
Are as empty as ourselves
My friends rob me
They're the thief inside my head
They all envy
My mind which isn't dead
My family
Changed me from who I am
They all believe
That I am one of them
But I'm not like them
And I'm killing time
Waiting for death
And crossing these lines
One thousand hours
Waiting for light
Empty conversations
Shredded dollar bills
Broken communications
Cheap and empty thrills
These nights we don't remember
Are filled with easy tells
These nights that we are hindered
Are as empty as ourselves
I am not, one of them
Crossing lines, crossing friends
I am not, one of them
Take up flight, make amends
I am not, one of them
Crossing lines, crossing friends
I am not, one of them
Take up flight, make amends
Empty conversations
Shredded dollar bills
Broken communications
Cheap and empty thrills
These nights we don't remember
Are filled with easy tells
These nights that we are hindered
Are as empty as ourselves
I am not one of them
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I don't you can see, I only use my superpowers for good...
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Tiger, Tiger
