.Trevor, I'm not gonna cover for you anymore
I'm not gonna fill in for you at your auto-part store
While you're taking the women to your bed
I'm sleeping with a cold shotgun at my head
And nursing an unholy desire for pain.
Trevor, the language of sorrow is spoken in my heart
Yo.
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