| I’ve run races
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| Straight like laces
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| My left writes rhymes
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| When it’s all wrong in my right mind
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| My left don’t know
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| Where my right goes
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| Or soul out window blows
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| Ego shows up apropos though
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| Head like driving range
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| I say I can change
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| It just tells me I’m lying
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| Bullets through my brain
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| You should hear how
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| They shoot me down when I’m trying
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| So this is where you’re at now
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| Lost your man and your big house
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| So you can sit at your piano twenty hours a day
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| And write a thousand words out of fear you’ve got nothing to say
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| But I wanna get some
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| Have fun while I’m still young
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| Shotgun in the old flesh-bag tonight
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| Cry about it, I’m gonna have the time of your life
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| Your life, your life
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| Hubris loses me
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| Sleep and true love seeps
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| Through the cracks in the walls
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| It says I’m too far gone
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| Crossed the Rubicon
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| On the way to the ball
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| This is where you’re at now
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| Epsom salt in the bathtub
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| 'Cause that seven o’clock walk left you cold
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| And the Tums don’t work, cotton candy vomit in the bowl
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| And the night sits
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| On the water like an oil slick
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| Around island breasts still swollen high
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| Over burning lungs. |
| Did you have the time of my life?
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| My life, my life
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| And I said
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| Please don’t leave me alone
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| I’m high filling my young lungs
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| Locked in my new car
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| Please don’t leave me alone
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| I’m high, telephones and angels
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| Send me a new heart
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| And this is where I’m at now
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| On my knees in the back row
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| Anthropomorphizing love
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| That is who is what is what I’ve always know
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| So my left can
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| Hold hand hands with my right and
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| Skyrocket cross-sections first
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| Into creation’s ceiling and bust it open and find god
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| Who’ll say I don’t need a clever rhyme
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| To believe in love that’ll last forever and I
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| Don’t need a ploy or a body or bottle
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| To knit a good man with honor and still «how's your father»
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| And this «my»
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| This «I», this «self"will die
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| It’s not really mine
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| But I will show it beauty
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| While I have the hands and heart and lips and eyes
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| And mind
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| That knows time is only manmade
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| But while I am man
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| I won’t be wasting mine
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| We’re one love
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| And one strife
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| And I’m gonna have the time of my life
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| My life, it’s my life |