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To the bottom of the mineshaft |
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The list of things I used to be is longer than the list of things I am |
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Ex-lover, ex-friend |
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Ex-communicated atheist, ex-patriot |
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Living in the heartland |
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Living on the small chance |
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Luck would save the last dance |
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For an underrated writer, overrated rapper |
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Undecided major on an unrelated matter |
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One day I'd like to say what all the tug-o'-war was for |
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More than slack rope, more than sun stroke |
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Them rum soaked in sad jokes at rap shows |
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Some folks know how slow that trap closes, |
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Prose is closest I've ever been to feeling like I found it |
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I'm not a writer I just drink a lot about it |
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If diamonds are a girl's best friend |
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Then you can share a fine laugh and you can |
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Send me back to the bottom of the mineshaft |
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I've been here before and I know where it goes |
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It goes down |
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I've been here before and I know where it goes |
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It goes down (It goes down) |
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Snow falls fast and thin |
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Angels ash Virginia Slims |
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And if we've come a long way then I suspect it sideways, further from our origin, |
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No closer to our destination |
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I'm bad with names, shit, I'm bad with faces |
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I'm bad with bills and little kids and well-lit places |
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I'm beginning to write like Anna Karenina, give me a minute, a mic |
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A little to like, get rid of the spite, a bit of the pride to fight |
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You tried, you're right fried (you're live on all lines) |
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You're tired, you're fired |
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You're inside of the lie |
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It's a brilliant design |
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It's like, "Just act surprised" |
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I lost some money on the weighted dice |
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I lost an octave to the Camel Lights |
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And when I lost you, I lost some good love and a hand to bite |
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I lost a friend to my wit and my pride |
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I'd rather sit while you drive |
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I've been here before and I know where it goes |
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It goes down |
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I've been here before and I know where it goes |
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It goes down (It goes down) |
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The plans that we made and the bills and the planes over downtown |
