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(What it tis it taint, & What it taint it tisIts the theme of where we're goin')[Verse 1: Slug] |
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See the police man, notice the lonely man |
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How do you think he keeps his head on straight? |
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Can you feel his rhythm? |
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What do you think he visions |
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When he squints at the line from behind those shades |
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Feel the summer's crest, overdressed |
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So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe |
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Its the surface sweat the nervous mess |
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Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight |
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Irritated and constipated |
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And its all covered player hated,funnelled and consolidated |
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Into the shell of one man with a gun |
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Riding that thin line between the program and the sun |
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And I don't hate you, tryin to relate to |
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Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through |
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But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my sibling |
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Ill die to pull the plug on your machine[Chorus: (2X)] |
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And I just might just find somebody |
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And I just might just love somebody |
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And I just might just feel somebody |
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And I just might just kill myself (somebody)[Verse 2: Slug] |
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Can you see her? |
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She spends her whole day in a theater |
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Livin her time in the life that she would prefer& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes |
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Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence |
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But if they only knew |
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About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through |
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Comin' across |
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At a loss for dialouge |
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Walkin through the fog |
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With her eyes closed & her mind gone |
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And now she lives in the films that she sees |
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And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly |
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I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes |
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If it was me, |
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I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousnessof waitin for the day she strolls through |
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Muddy Waters |
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And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers |
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Lovely little *case*study castaway cutie |
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Masturbating in back of that matinee movie |
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And someday, oneday, when the credits roll |
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She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls |
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Then we'll know what depth awake touches sleep |
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Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep[Chorus: (2X)] |
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And I just might just find somebody |
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And I just might just love somebody |
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And I just might just feel somebody |
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And I just might just kill somebody (my body)[Verse 3: Slug] |
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He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time |
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Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind |
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After doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers |
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Killed the ego, lookin at these people like *they* weird |
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Road trips, turn to head trips |
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Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric ettiqute |
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Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem |
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But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a thing |
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Records sell well but still undergound |
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Travels town to town |
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Holdin hands with fans that love his sound |
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When it comes around *let*s hope you can enjoy it |
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Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it |
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When he stops to shake the hand, |
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I doubt they understand |
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That here now stands only the shadow of a man |
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Havin a hard time with life on a drumroll |
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Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is humble |
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But it's a thin line,between screams and smiles |
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Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his child |
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But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the ashtray |
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Locked the door and slit both of his wrists backstage[Chorus: (2X)][Outro: Slug] |
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Onwards,forwards contin*uos*, renaissance |
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Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence |
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Onwards,forwards contin*uos* renaissance |
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Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence |
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Onwards,forwards contin*uos* renaissance |
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Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence |
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Nothing but love for the music and its offspring |
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Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to make it to the cross*ings* |
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I just might just.... |
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I just might just.... |
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I just might just....[fade out] |