| Serious face cos it’s really a race
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| Trying to stabilise while my health deteriorates
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| My fever leaves me a delirious state
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| Now I’m growing weary of fakes, here to replace
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| They cheer me and wait, until they hear a mistake
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| I don’t wanna lose my drive so I’m steering away
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| Plus I got a call saying that her period’s late
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| So I’m opening my calendar and clearing the dates
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| It’s fate, I’m just a battler, too black to be tatted up
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| A hunter and gatherer, lunge if you’re bad enough
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| Been thrown downstairs I clung to the banister
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| I used to have it rough, saw my plan erupt
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| Now I’m on the settee playing 3 months of Soul Calibur
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| I missed brekkie need lunch for the stamina
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| Young and dumb like a man in love (love)
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| Meant to vote (do the ballot) but
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| I’d rather see the planet crushed, Organic Rust
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| Can it just…
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| …all turn to organic rust?
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| I should be a fan of your kind
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| But you focus on the gram and the size
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| All your followers are tapping the like
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| Waiting for the chance to be the man you’re beside
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| All this surface talk while I’m knackered inside
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| I’d rather
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| Burn them all like I’m Anakin sky
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| All these
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| Planets collide, trying to capitalise
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| It’s the furthest I’ve even been but I’m lagging behind
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| At the
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| Front of the queue for the back of the line
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| With the devil’s idle hands and the passion of Christ (Christ)
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| Trying to plot a map in my mind
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| While you push the panic button, I’m pushing 29
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| Some people are pushing daises I could die anytime
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| Behind enemy lines of by friendly fire
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| Why does everything we hold close damage us?
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| I’m trusting, young and dumb
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| Like I had a buzz
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| When it all gives way and I’ve had enough
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| I got a few words for the man above
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| When I’m Organic Rust, trust
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| Can it just…
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| …turn to Organic Rust? |