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I run from hate I run from prejudice I run from pessimists But I run too late I run my life Or is it running me? Run from my past I run too fast Or too slow it seems

Oh, sweetheart put the bottle down, you’ve got too much talentI see you through those bloodshot eyesThere’s a cure, you’ve found it Slow motion sparks, you’ve caught that chill, now don’t deny itBut boys will be boys, oh, yes they willThey don’t wanna define it

..Oh, Oh….Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh.. ..Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh.. …Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh…. ..Oh..Oh.. [Eminem] There is no escaping, there’s no place to hide You scream "someone save me", but they don’t pay no mind…goodbye

Black dress with the tights underneathI’ve got the breath of a last cigarette on my teethAnd she’s an actress but she ain’t got no needShe’s got money from her parents in a trust fund back east