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Lyrics: Spraynard. Homies Where the Heart Is.

It gets so cold inside this building
Arcade games make my head hurt
Carvers on my mind as another kid pulls on my shirt

You took a needle for me and I watched your skin bleed as the ink became part of who you are

Without you, wed lose our hearts
Without you

You replace the cold that this building holds
You make contentment stay

Without you, wed lose our hearts
Without you