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In January, |
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I fell to the cobblestone |
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In April, |
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I cut little paper flowers |
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In August, |
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I drank cold tea on my lonesome |
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In October, |
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I was introduced to scour |
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I love New |
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York Saturdays |
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But Mondays last longer |
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And since |
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I plan to live a long life |
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Maybe I'll surf a thousand |
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Mondays and swallow the burn |
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To milk the week for all its got |
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To get my shoddy rotten ribs, thick, forgot my ribs |
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I got a lil' something called a spirit crisis on my skull |
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And it's nothing short of ferocious but |
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I swallowed the dosage |
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I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle |
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And on the candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day |
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Gretel met |
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Hansel Then |
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I settle in a stand still |
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I live forever reaching for the sun |
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Hoping some lucky day |
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I'll clutch and get a hand full |
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Rope ladder, |
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I'm a swinging anvil |
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And I wanna turn skullies and tummies with pretty lullabye, bye |
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The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal |
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I never felt so damn young |
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But you don't look a day over zero |
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And you don't look a day in its eyes 'cause it'll make you realize |
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The night is near so |
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In a cold dream, |
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I clean around the edges |
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I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges |
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I never really knew the true definition of precious |
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Till my angel with the beautiful red locks gave me the message |
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I'm a fully animated life tree |
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See the root of the mute but it was dug up, bug up on a song |
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Of I'm a fully animated life tree |
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With branches for the heavens to admire naturally |
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Chorus [Woman speaking] |
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Dream, war, love, honor, crime, innocence, tragedy, sunshine |
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Friendship, death, passion, heroism, |
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God, suffering, joy, fate |
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Destiny, treasure, stars, skull, hunger, murder, silence, mayhem |
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Health, pain, space, breath, sound, guilt, pride, time [Aesop Rock] |
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We all know what a halo is |
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But we all don't know the horrors if your halo tips |
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I be the matador making your pretty little heels click |
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I be the Sword in the |
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Stone of the contemporary eclipse |
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I'm incredibly exhausted |
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You can't imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, |
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I'm obsolete |
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Freedom freedom freedom fighter brigading |
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For the sake of better demeanor and such to bust ****in' fantastic |
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Every little steps she take breaks the chambers |
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In the chest, enveloped in the abominable trouble |
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Subtle for a cruel second, loud for an hour |
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Screamin' to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour |
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I ain't been around the world but |
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I been around the block |
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I ain't seen everything but |
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I seen enough to talk |
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I ain't a prophet, |
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I ain't the |
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Second Coming of |
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Christ I'm just a mason with a will to build and a little advice |
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I wanna weave a web, |
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I bought a set of knitting needles |
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Fiddling with a theme dream silent |
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Paddle in the hole to the bottom to where the portraits astonish |
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You won't regret a single solitary step, |
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I promise |
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Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate |
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I make a true spur of the moment grown decision |
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Which in turn allows me to be something normal |
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With the prefix of the 'ab' |
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And I can kill every monster if |
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I gotta, that's that |
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Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it |
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Be the little guinea pig, dig? |
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I'm tryin' to make an exit with no ripples in the water |
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No splash, let the poison slide down down the hatch |
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It's like that |
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Chorus 2x |