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You know what? |
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The next time you see nick |
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Tell him i'm gonna stick some needles in his face |
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And watch him on his knees |
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Watch him when he sees that i'm not fooling |
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'cause i'm through being cool |
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And he keeps telling everyone about me |
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Like how i'm such a fool and that i'm so deceptive |
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I think i'll make him eat the ground |
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I think that i will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees |
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I'll see the way the world begins to need color everywhere |
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And i'll realize how small i really am |
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And then i'll spin right back around |
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And say, 'nick, why are you such a prick? |
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Why can't you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality? |
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Your world is what you made it |
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And i don't want a part of it.' |
