| I’ve got perfect misinterpret
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| Handful of my family tree
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| Dress rehearsal death and birth
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| We’ll sing inside my key
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| I watched the sun set
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| I saw the snow fall
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| I stole paint to write your name on the stone wall
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| We made some babies
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| We made some messes too
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| Trying to do our best to push all of the blessings through
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| Half life gets spent behind a wheel
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| Tryin to claim innocent while I assemble my appeal
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| The blood and bones are pure as the tears
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| You could skip a stone and hit a full jury of my peers
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| But don’t judge yet, just let the love get you wound up enough
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| To beat the sound off the drum set
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| And point your voice at the void
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| Rejoice, make noise like you had the choice
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| It goes. |
| over flow how much more can you hold
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| And still put faith first at the fork in the road
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| Search for the universal remote control
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| While the words spill out of the hole in your soul
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| Now close your eyes and crack a smile if you know me
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| While I spit into the sky cause I miss the little homie
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| Guess that it means if my people hurt
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| Somebody, please disturb my peaceful smirk
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| Take everything that I bring with me
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| Make who I be now
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| Hear my family now |