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In this act |
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I'll disguise those dead eyes |
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Stretch tight the lips |
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A glistening gum line |
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Mouth curtains pulled |
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I shine My yellow stage light smile distracting dancing puppets on short saliva strings |
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So you'll find comfort in a lie |
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My over-bite clenched, set in place |
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Like a stack of polished, bright white dinner plates |
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Hand in my pocket |
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Straight jacket mind, yeah |
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It's gettin' easy |
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I wish I had a single thought |
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The least bit legitimate enough |
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To open up my mouth and spit accuracy |
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It's gettin' easy |
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In this act |
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I'll disguise those dead eyes |
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Lay flat the tongue |
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Let the supplement slide down |
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Everything is fine! |
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And my brain is cloudy, leveled out |
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The pill, dissolved, it's flushing out |
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Everything |
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I care about |
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And not replacing it with anything substantial |
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So I'm on my hands and knees |
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Like a martyr callin' out his final plea |
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The executioner looks exactly like me |
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It's me! It's gettin' easy |
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My over-bite clenched so tight |
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Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white |
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Hands at my side |
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Straight jacket mind, alright |
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It's gettin' easy |
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And I wish |
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I had a single thought |
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The least bit legitimate enough |
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And I wish |
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I had a single thought |
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The least bit legitimate enough (And I wish I had a single thought....) |
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And I wish |
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I wasn't on my hands and knees |
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Like martyr callin' out his final plea |
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The executioner looks exactly like me |
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It's me! It's gettin's easy |
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In this act |
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I'll disguise those dead eyes |
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Like a stack of dinner plates all polished white |
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Hands at my side |
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Straight jacket mind, alright |
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It's gettin' easy. |
