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Fanfaronade: Feeler Felt |
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If I'm just learnin' how to die |
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What's the use of tryna' live |
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With religion on my mind |
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And some clothes over my skin |
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Dinner on my plate and a roof over my head |
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When the family down the hill doesn't even have a fridge |
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Ever since I was a kid I had a problem with the fact that |
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I had a mom and dad who were supportive in their actions |
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They never told me who I was |
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So I found out who I am |
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Never told me what I had to be |
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And so I had a chance. |
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To take a couple stabs |
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Picked a couple scabs |
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Ripped a couple masks off and |
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Skipped a couple rocks |
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Across an ocean that expands |
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Further than the eye can see |
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If there's no "I" in Free |
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Than the blind man is me. |
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Please, meet me in the middle class family |
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No need for sympathy no need for examining. |
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Eh, that is if you're into overlookin' the fact |
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That every human has issues. (issues) |
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[[hook]] |
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No matter what the dealer dealt. |
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You can never minimize how the other feeler felt. |
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It's like I thought so much about what other people had |
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That I forgot myself |
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How to be gracious for what I have. |
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That's what happens when survival needs are more than met |
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And your role models warn you bout the world you're in |
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You start thinking about the race that you're racin' in |
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Who you're runnin' with and exactly what you're up against. |
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And I've always been the type to take a walk with someone else's shoes |
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Take off runnin' but suddenly don't know what to do. |
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It's like the ground that was once under me |
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Is now right in front of me |
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And there's somethin' that I've been called to do. |
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All directions on the path leads straight to hell |
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When I pass all my possessions are passed to someone else. |
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What's the use of tryna' to change somebody else? |
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When I got a trillion cells that are all yellin' for help (help) |
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Should I turn to the touch-screen ugly? |
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Or confess, come clean and touch reality. |
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And if I really come down and touch reality |
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Is it just real for part of me or real for all of me? |
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And if time really does heal wounds |
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Than may we all die way too soon... |
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Cave men sees straight through these rules |
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But can't explain the tools he uses. |
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[[hook]] |
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No matter what the dealer dealt. |
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You can never minimize how the other feeler felt. |
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It's like I thought so much about what other people had |
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That I forgot myself |
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How to be gracious for what I have. |
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That's what happens when survival needs are more than met |
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And your role models warn you out the world you're in |
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You start thinking about the race that you're racin' in |
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Who you're runnin' with and exactly what you're up against. |
