In my pursuit of all things, some get left behind
If you can’t run with me or wait, that should be a sign
You need to find somebody that suits your speed
My heart’s already broken, so don’t make it bleed
Cause if I drop a pint, or even an ounce
Any hint of treachery or hate that amounts
To us not being like we was in the better days
Me against the world, looking into purple haze
In the State of Truman when I dropped that bomb
One girl I saw, she sat and sobbed
Broke the oath and what she heard wasn’t nice
Lose-lose situation, but forgive me Price
All of those satin days, and diamonds nights
Truth shall set you free, that was my sacrifice
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