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I know that it's bad |
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That it's the kind that they can't operate on |
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And I know it's real slow, honey |
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Painful and real slow |
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Styrofoam coffee cups |
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And bagged drugs that never work enough |
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And I know its real slow, honey |
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Painful and real slow |
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When we were young |
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And hit like hammers |
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I'd write the nails in your hands |
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But when 99% of us is failure |
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There's no going back |
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And I know its real slow, honey |
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Painful and real slow |
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Blackbird come the break of dawn |
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The TV's on, |
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I turn it off |
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Walk outside, get in the car |
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Stare at the wheel then fall apart |
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I get it all the time |
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Bright eyes to bat and hide behind |
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But I know they're just for show, honey |
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Painful and just for show |
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Black rooms to babysit |
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White halls to pace and wait for it |
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And I know it's too slow, honey |
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Painful and real slow |
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When we were young |
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And hit like hammers |
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I'd write the nails in your hands |
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When 99% of us is failure |
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There's no coming back |
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And I know its real slow, honey |
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Painful and real slow |
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Blackbird come the break of day |
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You swallow the shit that people say |
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Walk outside look at the sky |
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Ask it to fall or tell you why |
