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I used to think my thoughts made me mad - then I realized I was just mad, with thoughts |
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Taught my hands to speak my mind - the inside of a fist is soft |
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Had 6 strings to take my mind off of things - to ventilate hostility with positivity |
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And control my aggressive tendencies - cause what I am is what you hear |
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It's a piece of me to outlive my flesh - and continue my bloodline |
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Like a child, yet complete in it's form - like a child, but you can't mold it wrong |
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An angry kid becomes an angry man |
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And the pendulum swings like a thinking mind |
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The pendulum swings and it passes time |
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Like a mood it swings me wide |
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Until I've lost my balance and fallen to it |
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Like a mindquake it puts me through it |
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Like a hand shake it greets me |
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As it cheats me of a content life |
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And in the end we bend to make amends |
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Before your own angst eats ya |
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And to those that made winter so cold |
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I hope your food repeats ya |
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And in my darkest room I feel my way through - guided by a short leash |
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Made of sound to keep down - the part of me I fear |
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It's a piece of me that puts my flesh to the test - gives it power |
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And devours my awareness - of what's waiting under my skin |
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It's a piece of me to outlive my flesh - and continue my bloodline |
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Like a child, yet complete in it's form - like a child, but you can't mold it wrong |
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An angry kid becomes an angry man |
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And the pendulum swings like a thinking mind |
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The pendulum swings and it passes time |
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Like a mood it swings me wide |
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Until I've lost my balance and fallen to it |
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Like a mindquake it puts me through it |
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Like a hand shake it greets me |
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As it cheats me of a content life |
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...And in the end we bend to make amends |
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'Cause any one of us can blow up |
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And so I'm not covered in your food before ya do |
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I really hope ya throw up |
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An angry kid becomes an angry man |
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And the pendulum swings like a thinking mind |
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The pendulum swings and it passes time |
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Like a mood it swings me wide |
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Until I've lost my balance and fallen to it |
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Like a mindquake it puts me through it |
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Like a hand shake it greets me |
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As it cheats me of a content life |
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...And in the end we bend to make amends |
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'Cause any one of us can blow up |
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Since I'll be there to collect my share |
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I'd like to see ya throw up |
