One In A Million

Bladee

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    It's tragic
    (Tragic, uh, so tragic, so tragic)

    Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing
    Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins
    Is there any love for a boy that has sinned?
    Ca-ca-candles always lit for the boy with the gift
    Do we take a risk for reality more crisp?
    Mix it-mix it with the spit, is the blood any thick?
    When you built like this, does the drugs even hit?
    Let us take a look at the sky and exist (aw)
    Listen and forget (uh)
    It's the one in a million (it's tragic)
    It's the one in a million (uh)
    One
    (Just imagine)

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    Mansion on the hill, stood in a pool of blood
    Sword in the sleeve, flags waving
    Winds from the north, freeze all shores, frost-born (million)
    Mansion on the hill, stood in a pool of blood
    Sword in the sleeve, flags waving
    (It's tragic)
    (One million)
    (What's the point?)
    (So tragic, so messed up)
    (So tragic, so messed up)

    The holy lord, St George
    Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing
    Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins
    Is there any love for a boy that has sinned?
    Candles always lit for the boy with the gift
    He's the one in a million (it's tragic, it's tragic)
    Do you take a risk for reality more crisp?
    Mix it with the spit, is the blood any thick?
    When you built like this, does the drugs even hit?
    Let us take a look at the sky and exist (sky and exist)
    O-one in a million (one in a million)
    Suffer in distress (o-o-one in a million)
    Suffer in distress
    Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing
    Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins
    Is there any love for a boy that has sinned?
    Candles always lit for the boy with the gift (ripsquad)
    (He's the one in a million)
    Like the ash on the snow, cigarette
    (O-one in a)
    (O-one in a million)

    It's tragic
    (So tragic, so messed up)
    Every day I wake up to the same fucking thing
    Evil things in my mind, and it spins, and it spins
    Is there any love for a boy that has sinned?
    Candles always lit for the boy with the gift
    (It's tragic)

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