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Reflections Laughing

The Weeknd

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Reflections Laughing

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Don't you let me downIf you let me drownI'll die in your arms againI'll die in your armsI won't make a soundBlood on the groundWhen they take my crownIf they take my crownReflections lookin' back at meThey're smilin', they're smilin'I'm trapped inside a gilded cageA golden blade I'm sharpeningIt pleases you, I'll see it throughI feel your chill across my skinThe seasons never changeDon't you let me downIf you let me drownI'll die in your arms againI'll die in your armsI won't make a soundBlood on the groundWhen they take my crownIf they take my crownI know you're upYou think I don't know you're staying up all nightCooped up in that hotel room?I know youYou still got that adrenaline from the concertAin't no way you're asleepMy girl told me she saw you in DallasSaid you didn't look goodThat you barely finished the showI just hope you're not back to the old youHow much longer you in Texas for?I'm just worried, you worked so hard to be betterAnd now you're back, drowning in that shitDon't let this industry break you, babyDon't let them take you from meWaitI been up tourin' state45 off a safeAt the top is my placeYou and I, different waveAlways know when you're lateI could never tell you waitMade me talk at the lakeLavish life type of estateLosin' time when you paceWhat we can do if you'd wasteI know the sky's been in hazeYou never been through this phaseBeen in fire, livin' fakeKnow you try, but it's lateI run the lobby, every summerBuy her body, two-stepper stutterPlatinum 'round my wrist, bird chirp like I'm StunnaLook around this bitch while the DJ set cut upFlashes from the pics in my sections while I'm fucked upBad bitch I been waitin' to get with, hope I don't nut upYeah, nut up, man, this shit is troubleI been hittin' licks, seein' splits, doin' doubleNo, it's no events, check my tempWatch it bubbleDon't you let me downIf you let me drownDie in your arms againI won't make a soundBlood on the groundWhen they take my crownIf they take my crownWhat does that shit feel like anyway?
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