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You think you know, but you have no idea |
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This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia |
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Now here's another broken link for anyone |
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Who thinks my life's together |
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I rock a raincoat despite the pleasant weather |
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God's placed a permanent dark cloud above my head |
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But he was nice enough to loan me a holy umbrella |
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Thank ya fella, how considerate |
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I'm the illegitimate son of accident-prone degenerates |
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Today's forecast, "Partly cloudy with a good chance of rain" |
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So I wear my sarcasm badge proudly and |
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Flash a devilish grin that'll make the most |
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Masculine of men skeptical of his existence |
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And when the rain begins, |
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I take a seat to retire |
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And admire the spectacle from a distance |
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For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin' me ice grills |
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But when I looked, he looked the other way |
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Now any other day, |
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I wouldn't let this type of shit bother me |
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Today it was enough to make my lucky charms soggy |
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So finally |
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I stepped to him, kindly disrespected him |
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Looked him dead in the eyes and analyzed how it effected him |
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He broke down in tears talkin' 'bout how |
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God neglected him |
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Make this rain go away |
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Things would be much better |
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I swear, I swear |
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If the sun would come out today |
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Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile |
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And all it took was a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego |
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Then pop, pop went my |
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God Complex |
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I never thought 19 years after my first breath |
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I'd be in art school surrounded by corny ****s |
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Debating who's more depressed |
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I'm 22 now, and still can't deal with what's real |
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But I'll be damned if |
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I give up and settles for pills, shit |
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My daddy taught me better, mommy taught me how to crack 40's |
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And jack 6 packs in oversized sweaters |
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Over time weather changes so |
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I'm in the rain waiting |
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For the flood gates to open |
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Impersonating my favorite |
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VH1 Behind the |
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Music tragedy |
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Catastrophe never tasted so acidic before |
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I'm PH balanced for the floor? |
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But strong enough to stay a float |
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And doggy paddle long enough to catch that life preserver rope |
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And then I'll be on a parallel ladder laughin' like |
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Damn, my man, for the love of |
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Pete what happened? |
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And finally |
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I step to you, kindly disrespect you |
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Looked you dead in the eyes and analyze how it affects you |
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Watch you break down in tears talkin' 'bout how |
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God neglected you |
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Make this rain go away |
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Things would be much better |
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I swear, I swear |
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If the sun would come out today |
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Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile, worthwhile |
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You ever watch a whole day wash away like your |
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Very last match that got wet the second you struck it |
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Well, go ahead, relieve your stress, kick that bucket all you want |
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A cigarette that never mattered's what you stuck with |
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You ever watch a whole day wash away like your |
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Very last match that got wet the second you struck it |
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Well, go ahead, relieve your stress, kick that bucket all you want |
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A cigarette that never mattered's what you stuck with |
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Make this rain go away |
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Things would be much better |
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I swear, I swear |
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If the sun would come out today |
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Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile, worthwhile |
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You ever watch a whole day wash away like your |
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Very last match that got wet the second you struck it |
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Well, go ahead, relieve your stress, kick that bucket all you want |
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A cigarette that never mattered's what you stuck with |
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You ever watch a whole day wash away like your |
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Very last match that got wet the second you struck it |
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Well, go ahead, relieve your stress, kick that bucket all you want |
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A cigarette that never mattered's what you stuck with |
