| I pledge allegiance to myself
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| Food, shelter, and health
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| Let me find a beach full of seashells to sell
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| Put your oxygen mask on first before you offer me help
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| I’ve got receipts made of scar tissue
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| Got the vision of somebody going fishing in the dark
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| When I start up the motor, it still turns over
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| But nowadays, a little bit slower
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| Never been afraid of getting older
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| I’m much more nervous about these public servants
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| Kill the lights and shut the curtains
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| You ain’t a real lion if you love the circus
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| Looking at myself like, «What's the purpose?»
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| That’s when I started to hallucinate
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| Tryna touch the surface and recuperate
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| You should’ve seen the look on my face when I was losing my faith
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| Y’all got me feeling hesitation, embarrassment
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| I might be the last generation of grandparents
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| I know that I’ve been fortunate for all the opportunities
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| Disproportionately disappointed in the human beings
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| I get it, we’re specks of dust
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| At the bus stop busking for extra crust
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| Like fuck it, you can sacrifice me to the weather
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| If you promise that you’ll let my songs live forever
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| You’re looking for a bag of tricks
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| But my love is like a stack of bricks
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| Cobblestones and untreated lumber
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| I’m a father of fists, strength in numbers
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| And when they come for my box of dreams
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| I’ma finally depart from this toxic scene
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| No posturing, just lots of self esteem
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| Got you feeling like the popular queen
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| This ain’t magic, this is fabric
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| And it’s the type that never requires patches
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| And it’s the fire that illustrates with ashes
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| It’s our life, it’s nothing we can’t manage
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| Lower the arrow and take a breath
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| I won’t waste ammo aiming at the angel of death
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| I might have already left, but they hear me still
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| With my pale knuckle grip on a steering wheel |