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Maybe later on it'll be quiet |
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Maybe later on it'll be cool |
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Maybe later on when everyone is gone |
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We can tell it like it is to each other |
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Idiot wind blowing in through the front door |
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Idiot wind blowing in from the back |
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Idiot wind blowing in from every crevice, every crack |
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Anybody wanna tell it like it is to each other |
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Like you would to a sister or a brother |
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And cut this cosmopolitan's pap |
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Rumor coming in from the underbelly of the east coast |
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Rumor going out from the dirty mouths out west |
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They're sucking it in and spitting it out and sticking out their chests |
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Anybody wanna tell it like it is to each other |
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Like you would to a sister or a brother |
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And cut this cosmopolitan pap |
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And cut this cosmopolitan pap |
