| Set 'em up high so I can let you all down
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| Let 'em uprise when it all hits the ground
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| Minnesota nice kid flipped it all around
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| Eyes felt the pressure as the clock unwound
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| And back to back to let down
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| But I’ve been doing this for too long
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| So I better make a new song then move on
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| But it’s hard hitting notes with this noose on
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| And you hope that I choke but I won’t
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| I keep breathing, climbing a rope and keep reaching
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| And each season I feel a little more panic
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| Like somebody lit a little old match
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| Under the seed of the tree of the dreams that I planted
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| Granted, not everyone that walks atop the granite
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| Can chop an awkward octave into madness
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| Or paint a proper picture with some blood on the canvas
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| And everybody running the gamut
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| From C.A. |
| to Minneapolis, it’s all the same static
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| And we know and we grow, we’re going to be a disappointment
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| So get your joints lit and let it all turn to ash
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| World turning to the tune of crash landers
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| Watching balls of clay turn into a pool of mud
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| Trying to stay afloat in today’s latest flood
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| Please take me back to the way that it was
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| 10/19/82 and I’m done |