| It’s only half an hour
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| To get me to the same place as you
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| Where you were days ago and I’m
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| Convinced the feds are looking through my car
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| And all they found were cups of coffee everywhere from when
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| I was trying to keep the pace of everything that you would say
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| Do I feel slow to you? |
| I think
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| That no one ever says a word about the way that they were raised
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| That always anchored me to money
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| That always anchored me to money
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| That always angered me
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| What a closet of a mind
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| That keeps me standing by and by
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| I will not lie prostrate again
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| And I’m convinced the clerk is talking to the cops about my birth
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| I’m fucking 35 alright?
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| I don’t look young enough for sure to lie for nicorette
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| I’m flattered now but angry then
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| Playing Yankee on a loop
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| There’s nothing new to listen to
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| That always kept me from growing
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| That always kept me from growing
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| That always kept me
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| Not a child of springtime
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| Filled with wild abandon
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| I am not your local
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| Filming all the candid
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| Weird shit in the Southeast
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| Where is all your family?
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| Nothing’s really canon
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| At least my understanding
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| Passing out was such an effort
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| What harmonious event
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| A compromise to feeling safe
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| Kinda cold but on a bender
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| I heat up, the temps displace
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| My body shoots then asks ya ok?
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| I turn weak with medication
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| It says man, I’m feeling well
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| I cannot start and stop again
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| That unstable becomes stable
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| Then it’s flipped, and here we are
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| We can’t keep up with being healthy
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| We can’t keep up with being healthy
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| Not a child of springtime
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| Filled with wild abandon
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| I am not your local
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| Filming on the candid
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| Weird shit in the Southeast
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| Where is all my family
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| Nothing’s ever canon
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| If just another stand in
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| I don’t feel right about it now… |