This boy was just an odd Kris
The way he wore his style
The grass so sick
Off a spark
Grew out his hair and roamed the streets
By his father's house
Started smoking cigs
In the park
Oh, [?] was that pretty [?] quick
He needed to find some [?]
Who knew where he was at
In his head
Holding these wor(l)ds
Jumped the train
Freezing corpse
Greeted the north-west with a smile
Oh, [?] caught in [?]
Oh, back [?]
[?]
Oh, you should run
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