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(Verse) Oh November, poor November 3 years ago, November I woke up frozen, cold November It’s time to start the show November Kool-Aid picture, poor November This year you can’t ignore November From now on you’re on your own November Jones, I own November Sit in silence, a mannequin Anxious, panic attack again Desolate, the record spins In reverse, the devil sings Brainwashing messages Laundering my 2 pennies spent Start the fire, fan the flame I’m never coming back again (Hook) Run boy, run It’s hard as you’re trying to Run boy, run These things are inside of you Run boy, run It’s right, this is a prophecy Run boy, run Letras de cancionesAnd this is pure energy (Verse) Empty pockets, broken bones Overwhelmed, overdose All alone on this sinking ship Snow White, wrinkled skin Drowning in a pool of blood To crucify my buzz I write about suicide and drugs To justify my thug Insane asylum dreams Interrupted by violent screams Sedatives, medicine This guy’s turning red again Run, get up and run from All the pain, far away Start the fire, fan the flame I’m never coming back again (Hook) Run boy, run It’s hard as you’re trying to Run boy, run These things are inside of you Run boy, run It’s right, this is a prophecy Run boy, run And this is pure energy (Verse) Run til I see paradise Ferris Wheels, haunted houses Carousel, house of mirrors Rollercoaster screams, cotton candy Fountain soda streams, Orange drink, Papa Doc, Voodoo King Midway Games, even if you lose you win Helter Skelter, Kokomo On a motorcycle, speeding down an open road With my helmet off, wind in my face And not a motherfuckin thing will ever get in my way I’ll never look at what’s behind me, so long yesterday My whole life’s a struggle I deserve better days Sweet symphony, the angels sing I feel like I’m flying with angel wings Over California sands, Las Vegas lights New York I made it, and I’m staying the night From Letras Mania