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Electric charge comin' from the mainframe |
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I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks |
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My every little step set in a star, |
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Retina Scarred; tread in a sled of bedbugs got my dead head in a jar |
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Crazer camp stamp blank on the mug of settlers registered not protest nor approval regarding every morn futile. |
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My experience with a spirit alignment interference assigns division from clearance to ample scrambling. |
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Let's note the magnificence in the difference. |
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OK see two canaries on the wire aspire to separate luulabies both of which had me drifting. |
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Every clan ghostly orphan scared stiff in the bliss and list picking from the arrangment under burden. Bust. |
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Wallow in will to split the privelage cluster; Lackluster as if a journey choice grew on the nearest chuckle path- dispatch trouble. |
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I've never seen the water so high in my poison life. Social conduct, 20 pace, about face, self destruct. I know the key locations, sharp enough to catch those subtle signs cause, well, this here alley cat's been around the block a couple of times. |
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Lifting every tin can, sifting every mess; one man's trash, you know the rest, live it. |
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Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I plan to sit and observe the twister pivot. |
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Sleep and sleep well; sleep with a sacred array of fevers, wake as a pertinent version of a pipe dreamer. |
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Y'all can find me if you lookin for a friend- I'll be the only iron-clad oracle in a city of tin. |
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(it's like that) |
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CHORUS: |
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I was born where crooked demeanor seemed to spawn merit; I was born where all the king's men couldn't mend a broken spirit; I was born where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall, to live and die as a brick brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall, and I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick in the wall, drop in the bucket, yes y'all. |
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(Electric charge comin' from the mainframe) |
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(I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks) |
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(Electric charge comin' from the mainframe) |
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(I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks) |
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(Electric charge comin' from the mainframe) |
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(I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks) |
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Spare a match for the most distorted orchid in the path. |
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Assorted orphans coursed in a morbid orbit forward toward the traps. |
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I make a tentative promise to flash frequent the most sacred abrasive based in allegiance to the makeshift mason's secrets. |
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Water basin leaking, plug it up. |
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The simple triple ring performance shoveled subtle imperfection. |
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I rung a life's worth of saturated costume gear over hell's balcony to nullify the drought and still the martyr farmers shout at me. |
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And so the epic went. |
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And every cirrus hung. |
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The bow breakers turned a cradle fatal, every spirit clung. |
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Croon for the slick Icarus brain children busy splitting the givingtree building fresh canoes for freaks to cross the spill in. i'm frantic. |
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My plan is dwindling with every pulse bump. Gods and monsters yield the lump sum of the dolt clump. |
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Be wary when the stratosphere tints. |
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I Scout like Atticus Finch, inching up slow in the games of reconnaissance. |
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Now cause to amend the Zen memorandum has surfaced in every holocaust citadel fix it plan. |
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12 easy steps to better picket line demeanor. |
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Gumshoe. |
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Stick stone conglomerate activate massive. |
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But the sky is falling. F-f-f-**** you. |
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I've hired sweatshop labor to hold candles to the solar panels stitched in the back of my neck for nickels and sour milk by the week. |
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Cheek to the heartache. |
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At the center of my anthem lies a blend of temper tantrums substancial for me to lamp in. |
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3X |
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(Electric charge comin' from the mainframe) |
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(I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks) |
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CHORUS |
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i was born where crooked demeanor seemed to spawn merit |
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i was born where all the kings man couldn't mend a broken spirit |
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i was born where no matter if you stand sit or fall to live or die as a brick brick brick in the wall |
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And I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall, and I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall. |
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And I'm a brick in the wall, drop in the bucket, yes y'all. |
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(Electrocharge commin' from the mainframe) |
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(I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks) |
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(Chopped and Screwed) |
