| (What it tis it taint,&What it taint it tis
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| Its the theme of? |
| where we’re goin'?)
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| See the police man, notice the lonely man
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| How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
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| Can you feel his rhythm? |
| What do you think he visions
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| When he squints at the line from behind those shades
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| Feel the summer’s crest, overdressed
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| So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
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| Its the surface wet the nervous mess
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| Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
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| Irritated and constipated
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| And its all cup of player hated, funnelin consolidated
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| Into the shell of one man with a gun
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| Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
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| And I don’t hate you, for tryin to relate to Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through
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| But if I see you as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
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| I’m dying to pull the plug on your machine
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| Chorus: Slug (2X)
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| And I just might just find somebody
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| And I just might just love somebody
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| And I just might just feel somebody
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| And I just might just kill somebody
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| Can you see her?
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| She spends her whole day in a theater
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| Livin her time in the life that she would prefer
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| &she stirs nothing, comes &goes she wishes
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| Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
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| But if they only knew?
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| About the thoughts that she can’t seem to stop from comin through
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| Comin’across
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| At a loss for dialogue
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| Walkin through the fog
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| With her eyes closed &her mind gone
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| And now she lives in the films that she sees
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| And dreams that she kills us repeatedly
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| I’m impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
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| If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
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| I’m waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
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| And slaughters sons &daughters and bloodies smothers in coffins
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| Lovely little case study castaway cutie
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| Masturbating in back of that matinee movie
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| And someday, oneday, when the credits roll
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| She’ll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
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| Then we’ll know to what death awake touch the sleep
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| Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep end
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| And I just might just find somebody
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| And I just might just love somebody
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| And I just might just feel somebody
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| And I just might just kill somebody (my body)
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| He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
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| Sometimes he’d make them up right off the top of his mind
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| After doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers
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| Killed the ego, lookin at these people like they’re weird
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| Road trips, truned to head trips
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| Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric ettiqutes
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| Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
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| But it seems that he doesn’t see it or hasn’t felt a thing
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| Records sell well but still undergound
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| Travels town to town
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| Holdin hands with fans that love his sound
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| When it comes to roundance hope he can enjoy it Don’t slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
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| That he outstands only in the shadow of a man
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| Havin a hard time with life on a drumroll
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| Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is humble
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| But theres a thin line, between screams and smiles
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| Seen the miles, wishin he can go home &read to his child
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| But tonight’s the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
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| Locked the door and slit both wrists backstage
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| Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
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| Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
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| Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
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| Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
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| Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance
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| Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
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| Nothing but love for the music and its offspring
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| Bouncin’off the boxsprings and tryin to make it to the crosses
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| I just might just…
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| I just might just…
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| I just might just…(fade out) |