| Feel light as it flows
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| And flows
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| Can’t hide the fact that we’re both here
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| (Runnin' rampant round town with my head in the ground
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| But that’s just s-u-p-p-o-s-e)
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| Don’t let it go, we’re so scared
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| (How it’s suppose to be
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| Me in the trunk making audible thumps)
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| Draw the line, he knows
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| (And we break and we dip and we crash and we fly
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| But it’s not really a big deal, I’m a tolerable guy)
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| Peel back the book for a while
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| (In the age of piss when the old man whistles
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| Yeah I’m late, but don’t remind me of our separate pistols)
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| I’m ballistically drunk, I’m a triumphant lump
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| I’m an instant glow ball coffee syrup florist filled gunk
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| That beat is mystically drunk, I’m a triumphant lump
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| I’m an instant glow ball coffee syrup de clog your gunk
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| De clog your gunk
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| De clog your gunk
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| Gunk, drunk, gunk, drunk
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| It’s only funny in the back side of love
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| Well I won’t let it break my self-esteem
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| Oh, it’s only funny in the back side of love
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| We’ll open our graves
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| Move on, I caught you instantly
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| Move on, you stomping elephant
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| Move on, I caught you instantly
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| Move on, you stomping elephant
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| But I’d hate to say no
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| When it comes to those beautiful blue eyes
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| And I’d hate to say no
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| When it comes to those beautiful fuckin' eyes
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| Hold on girl, well, I promise that we’ll have it all
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| Hold on girl, well, I promise that we’ll have it all
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| Hello I will talk to you, I have some things to go over with
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| Are you mad or spectacular?
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| Yes, yes so so so so fifi fifi
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| Yes but my face has been melted
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| Hello? |
| I will talk to you
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| Are you mad or spectacular?
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| It’s only funny in the back side of love
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| Well I won’t let it break my self-esteem
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| It’s only funny in the back side of love
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| We’ll open our graves
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| You’ve got loud as fuck sighs
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| You know how to fake cry
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| You’ve got that ostrich beak that’s lowering your skill in sneak
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| You’ve got loud as fuck sighs
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| You know how to fake cry
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| You’ve got that ostrich beak that’s lowering your skill in sneak
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| You’ve got loud as fuck sighs
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| You know how to fake cry
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| You got you got you got you got me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Privilously Poncheezied , by - Dance Gavin Dance. Song from the album Downtown Battle Mountain II, in the genre Пост-хардкор