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This is a whisper into your satellite dish |
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This is a death threat in cross stitch and I demand a hostage |
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And then I want a motor boat |
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And then I'll let your hostage go. |
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It's like life is a death bound train |
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And every day is just a stop along the way |
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And every era is the modern age for the people in it |
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Every prayer is paramount for the owner of the steepled fingers |
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I knew better but |
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I'd hope for better boy |
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Boy I'd hope for better than this |
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A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives |
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No matter what she forgives |
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And I knew better but |
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I'd hope for better boy |
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Boy I'd hope for better than this |
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A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives... |
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Like opportunity knocks |
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Misfortune'll pick that lock |
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And pick your pockets |
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Pick your poison boys, and here I'll pick it for ya' |
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Sure your habit dies hard |
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But your bottle kills easy |
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See me cut my Coke with Captain |
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My Captain with Ron Diaz |
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Mind if you don't cut when |
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He's been good to me how he has, |
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You don't cut when |
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He's been good to me, |
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Princeton Minnesota |
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And to everybody talkin' bout my tits |
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I guess that it's because you can't find shit to diss |
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About the way that I spit |
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I blow (?_________?_________?) |
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Another fill you couldn't cop |
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I've got shit to do in ProTools |
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While you're fuckin' around in photoshop |
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The road don't stop, while you got off |
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To take a breather, either I'm an |
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Over-eager emo alcoholic with a |
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Nice chest and a press list |
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Or maybe you just jealous |
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I knew better but |
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I'd hope for better boy |
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Boy I'd hope for better than this |
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A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives |
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No matter what she forgives |
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And I knew better but |
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I'd hope for better boy |
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Boy I'd hope for better than this |
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A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives |
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Shake me, and hear the filament rattle, awake and |
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Save me, from this bit of the battle |
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My pride is like an ember in my chest that sets my breath to burning |
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So you'll forgive me if a tongue is in the cheek I'm turning |
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Hurts me just to think of one more curtsy for the king |
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These knees don't bend easy please receive me on my feet |
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I pull my shadow off the street, retreat |
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Believe me you don't want to follow me, |
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These hollow dreams |
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That walk around in full-color 3D |
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Just to see how petty the daily drama and diorama really can be |
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I'll pull a Peter Pan and set ya free, |
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When you can see what you can do for me 'cause |
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A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit, |
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A vocal booth is just another padded room, shit |
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A quiet night before the crackle of my fuse lit, |
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A vocal booth is just another padded room, kid |
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Put all your words away, for all the noise you make |
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Put all your words away, for all... |
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I knew better but |
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I'd hope for better boy |
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Boy I'd hope for better than this |
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A veteran never forgets no matter what she forgives. |
