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What's it like to be a marble? |
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Did I get something in your eye? |
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She's a referee, and |
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I'm lethally |
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Overdosed on pumpkin pie |
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Yes the future is mount delicious son |
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But the leaf changes forms continuum |
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My destiny is calling me, it says |
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Jon Mess you should own a gun |
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Feel the room filling up with smoke, |
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Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above. |
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Can I get a piece of that? |
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Uniquely post relapse |
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The quota and balancing act |
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Can I get a piece of that? |
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Come down, ... in my veins,..., the whispers start to drill, |
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The pain of second place. |
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What's it like to be an atheist? |
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Are you okay with suicide? |
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Well it's baffling that my ears can bleed |
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When I see your domestic thighs |
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Yes the future is kush and bubblegum |
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But I prefer wood to linoleum |
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My destiny is calling me, it says |
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You'll be fine if you take some |
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TumsI'm letting out, well |
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I feel that |
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I've dropped it all, |
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I'm letting out, well |
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I feel that |
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I've rushed it, |
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Come down, ... in my veins,..., the whispers start to drill, |
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The pain of second place.[Background:] |
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I'm angry, believe it, |
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I need this just as much as you |
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Its complicated |