| Not a day passes that the glass doesn’t spill
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| Because my happiness and sadness interact before the thrill
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| I’m a magnet to distractions and haphazard fill
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| Then a hazardous feel, feeling panic but still
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| The manic man’s mechanic’s been ended and killed
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| Like they slipped him a pill of Ritalin
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| But the real ordeal
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| That will seal the notion was
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| Now concerting with the
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| Cos I’m who they heard of, an alien to earth
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| Like I’m the Silver Surfer, plus
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| In a burner, made them all a little bit sterner
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| But I never rush the slow learner
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| Just plant the seeds so they see and grow further
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| The glass
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| Still I’m blue, looking Grover
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| Cos some years went over
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| And my dearest still ain’t steering over
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| So I’m hoping for a clover
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| To help me win it over
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
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| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
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| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass
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| A quarter to my cup runneth over
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| Still I’m sober
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| So I take it back to half with some jazz bossanova
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| The floor is my composure before the spills cross
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| And expose the loner who’s
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| All about that dough, no Homer
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| And I’m no condoner, just don’t erupt your doper
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| Blowing, so the aroma’s in the stuck show with
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| No fucks, I just stroll with the funk
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| Plus a bit of punk, and crunk, soul and bumping trunk
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| But the junk got them drunk
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| So my glass adds up
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| Had enough of the bad luck
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| But corresponding to a didn’t have a chuck
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| Cos I go for goals like hockey pucks
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| And they plotting to stop but could not conduct
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| I’ve got a glass that’s filled
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| But I will clean it up
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| In the next refill, I’m gonna fill to the
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
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| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
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| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
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| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
|
| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass
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| Life moves fast when you’re rapped or a task
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| And it’s cries and it’s laughs in this harmony glass
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| It spills and refills and they all seem to clash
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| This future is past in this harmony glass |