| Been a bit since Mu died
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| Been a lot more loss in the wake
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| I recall thinking, «Someday
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| Someone’s gonna say it’s all from the same cause and effect»
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| And I just couldn’t fathom
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| Blaming a whole new page on a made-up chain reaction
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| Each claim individual peaks and pockets
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| Pains and a slew of unique nuances
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| Nahmean? |
| When you wake up 8 years non-responsive
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| It’s a lot to process
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| Gone from a happier jack-in-the-box
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| To a package of clogged up chakras
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| Oh shazbat, not the «ever after» he wanted
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| From the «once upon a time, «dot, dot, dot
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| Once upon a time he was so much more
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| Than a punchline for his own potshots
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| Ah, Watch the Impossible Kid
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| Everything that he touch turns promptly to shit
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| If I zoom on out I can finally admit
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| It’s all been a blur since Mu got sick
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| None of the subsequent years stood a chance
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| Whether you his moms or his mans
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| Whether you his pops or his girl
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| I was poison, heart full of canines, head full of voices
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| Whole life trying to quiet 'em down
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| Like a suicide king with a knife in his crown
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| Hounds at bay, but they just won’t stay
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| True friendship in a tugboat way
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| A go dark in the face of the fucked
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| When the fucked was a friend I was basically done
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| Into the woods go his alien tongue
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| It was that or a textbook faking of funk and I can’t
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| Here go the hindsight
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| 8 years been one long blindside
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| I could pinpoint 7 more turns that occurred
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| 'Cause he never really healed from the first
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| Oh what a world, any hack is a myth
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| Any dap is a joke, any map is a trick
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| Any graph is a hoax, ease on down
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| I’m burning up, I’m bleeding out
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| Knowing ain’t half the battle
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| That’s a bullshit quip written by some asshole
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| You can own what you are
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| And still sit around stoned in your car
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| Not doing shit, halfway to nil
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| Cranky and waiting for a boss key and hat full of bills
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| Get out the car, Aes |