| Fuck your dreams I’m worried about ours
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| I will never go back to crowbars to cars
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| You could walk a million yellow bricks never reach oz
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| You could part the clouds never see God
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| Metaphor to trying too hard to reach Bones
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| Except I’m really here bring fear to your home
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| Me I always hear like my ear to the phone
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| So listen for the static Imma warn you in code
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| Think you will understand if you see me up close no
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| You can never truly know a ghost
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| Talk slang on the corner but you don’t
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| Speakin down on the team bitch you won't
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| Take it easy slow it down let it go
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| Fuck it maybe I’ll feel the same we will never know
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| Never know how long I would have gone
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| I would have passed on if I was still on backroads
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| Ride like McBride Arthur in his prime in the parry near the tides
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| Focus extra high so my gauge is always bright enough to light the path
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| And give directions to whomever brave enough
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| The chance nobody has taken up the one nobody dared to love
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| Don’t become the thing you hated just because you’re hating us
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| And that’s just words from the wall I awake translate it all
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| Then I scrape the message off |