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Well, I ain't sure, but I've been told he's baking cakes inside our souls |
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Stayed awake, took a nap, got myself my bottles back |
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I'm breaking them out on the street, walking around in my bare feet |
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I do not need you to tell me that I am not a cat |
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I caught a ride, we caught some air, he's never gonna cut his hair |
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It takes more time to make a fake, we night swam down in the lake |
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And washed the dirt off our intentions |
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Prattled on about bad inventions |
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I came as ice, I came as a whore |
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I came as advice that came too sure |
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I came as gold, I came as crap |
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I came clean and I came as a rat |
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It takes a long time but God dies too |
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But not before he'll stick it to you |
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Well, I don't know, but I been told |
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You'll never die when you'll never grow old |
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I came as a call, I came as flat |
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I came too soon so I came back |
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I came as flowers, I came as nice |
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I came as dirt and I came as a surprise |
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It takes a long time, but God dies too |
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But not before he'll stick it to you |
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I don't know, but I been told |
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You'll never die when you'll never grow old |