| Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit
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| Pass me some poison, let me take a hit
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| I’m just embarrassed and comfortably numb
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| But failure is painful and lying is fun
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| Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy
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| We feel like we’re a little bit classy
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| Cheers to the fact that we’re not dead
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| Swimming with the sharks, but we’re still not dead yet
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| Psycho I go right to buy those
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| Optimistic magic fix it pills
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| I’m so right though, that’s my life, bro
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| Underwater, coughing with my gills
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| Don’t let this moment go to waste
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| You don’t know when the feeling could happen again
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| Don’t let this moment go to waste
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| You don’t know when the feeling could happen again
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| Touch me, taste me, tell me I’m not fading
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| Tell me that I look just like a man
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| 'Cause lately, baby, I’ve been going crazy
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| Trying not to be an embarrassment
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| Touch me, taste me, tell me I’m not fading
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| Tell me that I look just like a man
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| 'Cause lately, baby, I’ve been going crazy
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| Trying not to be an embarrassment
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| I’ll go in cryo and return to life, ho
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| And make a bisque, tomato basil shit
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| Riding a rhino, pico de gallo
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| Roosters beak, I’ll sleep when I leap that jeep
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| Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit
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| Pass me some poison, let me take a hit
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| I’m just embarrassed and comfortably numb
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| But failure is painful and lying is fun
|
| Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy
|
| We feel like we’re a little bit classy
|
| Cheers to the fact that we’re not dead
|
| Swimming with the sharks, but we’re still not dead yet
|
| Touch me, taste me, tell me I’m not fading
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| Tell me that I look just like a man
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| 'Cause lately, baby, I’ve been going crazy
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| Trying not to be an embarrassment
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| Touch me, taste me, tell me I’m not fading
|
| Tell me that I look just like a man
|
| 'Cause lately, baby, I’ve been going crazy
|
| Trying not to be an embarrassment
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| I’ll go in cryo and return to life, ho
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| And make a bisque, tomato basil shit
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| Riding a rhino, pico de gallo
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| Roosters beak, I’ll sleep when I leap that jeep
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| Don’t close your eyes tonight
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| Perfect melodies are hard to find (I got a feeling)
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| I got a feeling we can touch the sky
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| Let’s live in this delusion
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| That we don’t live in perpetual confusion
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| And there’s meaning to our lives
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| Hades arc, golden tarp, black hole
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| Slack is for- slack is for cutting me more
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| Mountain, fountain, shrieking, preaching
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| Slack is for- slack is for cutting me
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| Slack is for cutting me more
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| For every little bit of sunshine, I call freedom
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| White 21 is the maximum fun
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| For every little bit of sunshine, I call freedom
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| White 21 is the maximum fun |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise , by - Dance Gavin Dance. Song from the album Mothership, in the genre Пост-хардкор