| Slug: «I didn’t say nothin'.»
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| Girl: «What?»
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| Slug: «I didn’t say nothin'.'»
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| Girl: «Yes you did.»
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| Slug: «No I didn’t.»
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| Girl: «No you didn’t say anything, you just looked at me funny like I’m some
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| sort of fucking freak.»
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| Slug: «I didn’t look at you.»
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| Girl: «Yeah, you looked at me.»
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| Slug: «No.»
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| Girl: «Yeah, you fucking did.»
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| Slug: «What do you mean, FREAK?»
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| Who’s this one about? |
| Who’s this one about…
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| These headphones keep me from rememberin' (rememberin')
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| Also guilty of letting me not forget (also guilty)
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| What type of harvest will September bring? |
| (beckoning)
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| Everyone to put him to that test (Somebody please kill me)
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| I’ve got a sickness, it feels like love
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| It’s not contagious, take off the gloves
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| Drop your defenses, apply a coat of perfect
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| I’ll form the sentences you try to interpret
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| It’d all be so simple if I was rich (But I’m not)
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| But I’m not so I compensate with thought (I got a lot)
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| I got a lot of nothin' that you need to know (Ay yo)
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| You would think he wasn’t aware of the glow (Where'd you go?)
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| Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
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| Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
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| We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
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| I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
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| Stole the city, I still feel helpless
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| Baited the hook and caught me a selfish
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| I’m gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a she
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| And see if I can get her to need me
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| And now I’m standin' at the bottom of the steps
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| And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
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| And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew
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| So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue
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| Standin' at the bottom of the steps
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| And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
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| And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew
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| So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue
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| All it takes is a stroll down the street
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| A pro and he greets a new soul he’d like to meet
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| Showed you the beating of the artery he keeps on the end of his sleeve
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| As he pretends he can breathe
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| Lend me a piece of your superiority
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| I feel alone on this mission, I’m wishin' there was more of me
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| A pair of me, apparently I’m a parasite caught inside a paradox
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| A paradise, a parody, the hair police have got what you need
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| For you to get over me and move on with Godspeed
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| I’d let it all go and break eggs for a livin'
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| If I wasn’t so conditioned to just take what I’m given
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| Get it, got it, catch it, caught it, and lost it
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| Yet I can’t stop it, it’s embedded in my optics
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| Plus the frustration is a product of the gossip
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| If you can’t walk away can you at least change the topic?
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| Overextended the amount of time allotted
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| Broke the engine, I don’t know, cracked the block
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| Now I’m standin' at this gravel roadside festival
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| And I ain’t tryin' to move cause this view is incredible
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| Standin' at the bottom of the steps
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| And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
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| And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew
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| So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue
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| Standin' at the bottom of the steps
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| And if I tilt my head a little I can look up her dress
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| And I’m willin' to bet that she’d move if she knew
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| So I’mma tap her on the shoulder, I’mma give her a clue
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| Fall in love with all of she (Fall in love with all of she)
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| Hasn’t stopped callin' me (Hasn't stopped callin' me)
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| Message in a bottle (There's a message in a bottle)
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| And I stepped inside a pothole (I stepped inside a pothole)
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| Somehow forgot my name (Somehow forgot my name)
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| Blew out the flame (She blew out the flame)
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| A means to an end (A means to an end)
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| Can’t even be friends, it’s a song about a friend
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| She’s still in my dreams (She steals all my dreams)
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| Angel spread your wings (Angel spread your wings)
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| Tryin' to comprehend (I'm still tryin' to comprehend)
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| Can’t even be friends, it’s a song about a friend
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| All together…(Crowd: WHOOO!)
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| Smile while you do that shit, you know what I’m saying?
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| Cause like some of ya’ll, if you ain’t smilin' you’re ugly I swear to God
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| Alright, some mean mugs
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| Alright, on the count of three. |
| 1. 2 |