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I am well aware of the word "when" |
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And what verbs will come before it |
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Saying, asking, leaving |
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But not breathing underwater is still my greatest sin |
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Bees and that sterile hospital smell place and show |
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Because the heat's not all that dead |
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Upstairs, if there is even an upstairs |
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They've blessed this educated guess I call my head |
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Fate's strictly production |
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No costumes or dialogue and no stage to strike |
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You should've put your pen to paper fresh out of the womb |
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If you've been scripting this your whole natural life |
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The violins still swell on cue, but the crowd's stormed out |
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"Noirs don't draw like they used to, it's all neon now" |
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At intermission, every intermission, I'll be sneaking in |
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Burn, baby, blue, or kill the pilot light |
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Either way, neither will I |