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Kno: |
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(they told me) it might take my whole life |
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to absorb what was right |
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or ignore it to fight |
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for these whores in these tights |
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or these boardroom types telling me that I might |
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need to pour my whole life |
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into chores I dislike |
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for the right to recite |
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how much money that I got |
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How much money that I'm not |
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gonna make |
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if I take |
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leap of faith |
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Will I make |
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decent wage? |
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Prolly not |
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but I'm not |
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gonna stop |
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Gonna do it for my pops |
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til they choke me off with a knot |
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and pop me off in a box |
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And drop me off at a plot |
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And top me off with a rock |
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My body is gonna rot |
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(they told me) that I'll soon see the light |
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if I like it or not |
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Thats the icing on top of the birthday cake that is baked |
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For a tot |
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so he's taught |
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to count the days til he drops |
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Deacon The Villain: |
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(they told me) not to fear living for eternity |
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but, not even Heaven seemed pleasant it was burning me |
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raised with peasants in the crescents we were shadows |
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when reality television was watching adults |
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and, throughout the comedy was drama and alot of pain |
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and that sentence it would run on 'til the comma came |
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until the eulogy and usually my mama sang |
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about the pheasants and presence we no longer claim |
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(they told me) that Heaven is forever |
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but at times I'd find myself thinkin' I'd rather never |
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lived, I mean, my life was like a dream |
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I had everything I wanted but, that ain't all it seems |
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for... all the time in the world |
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live eternal in inferno or in Eden with the squirrels |
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no brainer, it's that, I was feeling like Lestat, |
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and the thought of forevermore was feeling like a trap |
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all it brought, was more of the same, people in flames |
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a reality television channel that never changes |
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lost in the confusion of 7 billion strangers |
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scared to hope Heaven won't have a touch of the same |
