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Sun set and sun rise |
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I'm my own personal light show |
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Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus |
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The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me |
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I stand still...stagnate. |
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Can't kill...this lagged state |
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Life...manipulates itself around me, but |
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I'm dead still |
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Upright...but dead still |
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Word is still born... |
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I will not stoop to the level of the stoop that y'all chill on |
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If the building's boarded up and the children of the corn -er |
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Liquor Store don't want to kick it no more... because holes have filled the wall, sneakers are scuffed & toes have become sore |
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I saw y'all walk from the hood of tough luck |
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Yeah, if these walls could talk they wouldn't shut the fuck up |
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Jump in your pick up truck. |
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Drive from the mountain range |
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Cash the chips in on your shoulder, cut your losses, die young, count the change |
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How strange...you think these clouds look lovely? |
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Smoke signals...manipulate themselves above me |
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No symbols...are below me enough to overlook |
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I know you read my every move, |
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I wrote the book |
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Mind not the blemishes that are on my premise. |
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Endlessness is my "to be continued..." |
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Notice the nervousness in my footnotes when being interviewed |
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Shaking uncontrollably. "How you doing?" "Not bad...how about you?" |
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Brought it right back to me like "What've you been up to?" |
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I don't talk to freaks. |
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I even ignore my neighbors who live down the stairs |
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I walk the streets. |
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And they don't know that |
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I'm famous in 2000 years |
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So I say shit loud in their ears and |
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I spit a wretched verse in their face... |
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Disrespecting their personal space |
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In a split second, curtains and drapes get closed |
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They think they've shut me out, but |
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I can see their ugly mouth in the shape of "O"s |
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I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've got a golden axe and I chop cherry trees down Dead to this world. Bury me now." |
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I am from a distant place that sits and waits for my belated time to come but its too late |
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I've missed my fate. |
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I "F" with the deaf, blind and dumb |
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My father taught me one thing...how to fire a gun |
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I don't bother...this is survival for fun |
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I have become the most sinister sin city slicker ************* cynical dim witted trixter critical shit grinning hipster |
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Whisper...to my earhole...tell me not to be fearful |
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Be careful not to make any...sudden...movements |
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Show me your sole... |
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I like to study shoe prints |
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You've stepped to me before! |
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I can recognize them stubby toes! |
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I left them guys with bloody clothes. |
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For a second time...nobody knows |
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The pain I've seen. |
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Nobody knows the pain |
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I've seen |
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Nobody knows why |
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I've got a bloody nose or how they made it bleed |
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Chorus: Climb trees...go out on a limb |
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To find me...forget about him |
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Forget about hymns...what are those psalms that you sing |
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What are those songs that are in your head echoing... |
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I am not here to make a change. |
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I break chains |
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I break dance moves and move |
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Strange-- |
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Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements |
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Living in basements with subterranean secret service agents |
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With little patience. |
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A pediatrician who hate kids |
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Women's lib is getting choked to death by their own baby bibs |
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Baby, did you know |
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I love women who hate mankind? |
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I talk about it all the damn time....keep it comin' |
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HUH!!! "IIIIIIIII HHHHAAAAAAAATE MEEEEEEEENNNNN" |
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Yeah** This conversation is mine. |
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I own all the stock in boring small talk, |
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And I've trade marked this facial expression called the "gawk." |
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So fuck off. |
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I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights |
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All them bitches want me tonight... |
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I've been so great and respectful |
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They only get salty when |
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I bend them into the shape of a pretzel |
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I make them flexible when |
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I break their schedule. |
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It only got hard... |
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When I asked 'em politely not to fight me and to give a .. |
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God Damn...this is easier than |
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I thought it would be |
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They'll attend any party and not fight it as long as they're invited cordially |
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Unfortunately, |
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I've only got so many hundred openings |
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But talk to me, |
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I want to take you all under my broken wings |
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Who's the right man for the job?! |
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Put up your hands y'all because |
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I'm not tall enough to stand up to |
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God Who's the right woman?! |
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Throw up one hand...and wave it now |
