| There’s really no hope for me
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| And that three second rule
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| Somethin gets dropped
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| And still I’m the slowest damn fool
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| Slow to realize what’s really going on
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| Slow to know in a moment
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| Who or what has gone wrong
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| I wanna tighten down on the lag time
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| Your consonants were buzzing
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| Around your head like flies
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| Your true colors were showing
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| And your shape and your size
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| You were drinking your way though it
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| I was shrinking right there inside of my clothes
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| My eventual twenty/twenty
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| Arms crossed
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| Tapping her toe
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| I gotta tighten down on the lag time
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| Survivors are part turtle
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| We are part potato bug
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| We know enough to go fetal
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| 'Til it’s still up above
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| And you gotta crawl through the desert
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| Between when you hear it
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| And when you can play it with your hands
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| Just to rendezvous with whoever you are
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| When you finally understand
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| I gotta tighten down on the lag time
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| I wanna tighten down on the lag time |