| Where the shiftiest sources leak out the back door
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| For more and this is New York City
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| (Oh, I see these hear walk
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| I, simply a shade of shepherd
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| Seems we share fate, honestly)
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| Oh, now wait a minute
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| I notice there making mockeries of mad men
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| Tend not to bend in the honesty
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| My twenty thousand leagues ending grants sardonic fatigue
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| (The view from this here segue crowds a listeners nothing special simply
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| Listeners, how we dissolve its spores and I’ll tell you not flying)
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| And I live beneath the scenic yeah, where the fossils pledged allegiance
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| Where the centipedes and serpents bigot on territorial disagreements
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| The uprooted turned moody and hacked pleasure to skinny ribbons and I’ll
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| Suckle my skull caught beneath assumptions pumping pistons
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| (Left the joke to wick, it
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| He walks whose out now, we, Aesop walls up)
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| We tune out the pouts of hiding
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| Twilight street merchants, we, deity freely and been here before…
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| + (Aesop Rock)
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| Murder, of holy, in cushion
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| Partisan, part of the ceiling seems to be leaking, oh, oh, it’s the wall
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| Forbid box been broken, from man of everywhere, that’s what I sleep, I love you
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| It’s not easy tying knots, whose paycheck may get rained
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| Outstanding I shall smudge, invest, it’s dull here, since we need I go beyond
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| Grey, lonely, this forest is very very different
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| Friend hail things like magnets all the way meant was (It only takes one
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| slacker)
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| Traveling up, it only takes one slacker
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| It only takes one slacker, to attack alacrity and compliance with time
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| With regulations poachers poaching just to jump the batteries
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| I’m juiced, noosed by the notice, seduced by the ambiance, the motives,
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| and the modus operandi’s
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| I’m supportive, sort of here to modify those monsters
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| Tried to side wind pleasure captains round my hip line
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| My sit times on some here I lay my bricks alone to build these walls among
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| Us dreams can spread our spores but can I run with the alumnus fungus
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| After date rape, and it germs, and I burn for less fortunate starlight
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| Chasers forced to use there last match to ward off the glaciers
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| Pack a day profess cloud spitter, literate pacifist missed the pissed drunk of
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| concert
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| Dull and system missed the funk I’m in a lull
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| (*Overlaps Aesop Rock’s lines*)
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| I’m thinking of a number from one to red, is a beautiful color
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| To shade paper hat ink, I’m thinking of a beautiful color…
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| Paper hat
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| I’m thinking of a number
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| From one to home, one ridiculous tenement with no wings to spread
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| I’m home again inside my box of cardboard daze, I’m thinking of home
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| And I’m home again…
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| + (Dose One)
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| (Funny how, faces show up, waters for me, my mouth and snore)
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| It could’ve been me but it wasn’t
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| The crash and burn and burn and crash infected could collect fee indirectly but
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| it doesn’t
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| (These are broken cards given
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| To dues missed of friendly lips tied life is going blank, slap look
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| It’s mirrored universe and one god per so many square feet, and
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| Everything counts, higher life forms are dirty, dirty Aesop, every penny
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| Saved, is this the city of dreams?)
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| And I’m down to Earth
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| (I'm down to earth, road)
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| My zero hour snuffed doc, where the marked the day the mirth burns
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| The time allotted, knotted loops around the plotted, boycotted the wattages
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| Toys for the prodding of the rotting bottled hostage
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| One time down cloud me as the useless playtime string and think it smirked
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| Worthy well, your with me, from the icicle sweat to the self pity
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| Sickly thread bare slid back my needle point life willow
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| Man I purposely spun straw to gold to lace each last stitch perfectly
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| It must have been the dust, the dust, my god, the dust he clutched the
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| Dust, father to rust encrust the luck with which I touch togetherness…
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| (Toy, bird, in my teeth, empathy, dwell, in merciful spring, friend) |