Wrong place at the dead, wrong time
What's mine is theirs, but what's theirs ain't mine
Hard times in the neighborhood
When I'm good, I'm bad and I was never good
So I sat alone, I'd sit and cry
Just killing time
I'm killing time
Minds bend, but they never break
They had to push, see just how much I'd take
Lines fade between wrong and right
I'd say, it's black when they'd say it's white
Still I'd sit alone, but wouldn't cry
Just killing time
I'm killing time
Been killing time
It's killing time
Somewhere along the way, I lost my mind
Now I sit alone and watch 'em cry
It's killing time
Just killing time
I'm killing time
It's killing time
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