| What a feeling when I’m feeling the feel for real
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| I’m over woke and flipping a table
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| I shed a tear and then appear in the mirror
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| Still here, but blasted out through pineal cable
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| Sand trap, the only path is still under construction
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| Same vein, but different textures
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| An infinite selection
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| I’m finna whip my hip out my frame
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| Twist bone that hooks through the braid
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| Loops lonely needs a twin action
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| Fast enough to flip back the attraction
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| I hide away, pacing back and forth
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| Some vanity is what I need
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| But I’m stuck slouching
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| I lie awake when all my dreams fall short
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| Of everything that I could be
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| If I stopped slouching
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| Come back to my range
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| If you can’t hang you know I won’t change
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| She’d be a model if you gave her some time
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| She’ll spin the bottle if you give her a sign
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| I can see it and it’s audibly wobbly
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| Tastes just like a can of broccoli
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| Fishin' hook like slimy apostrophe
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| One letter missing 'tween two monstrosities
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| I’m finna whip my hip out my frame
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| Twist bone that hooks through the brain
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| Loops lonely needs a twin action
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| Fast enough to flip the attraction
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| I hide away, pacing back and forth
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| Some vanity is what I need
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| But I’m stuck slouching
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| I lie awake when all my dreams fall short
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| Of everything that I could be
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| If I stopped slouching
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| (Oh, blast)
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| Cut after cut of liquid energy
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| Beams are buffed and I’m like «yay»
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| Back in the beast, hate this impulse slave
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| Close it up and then ride the wave
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| I just wanted to be the slick glaive robed in glow
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| Snake round the wheel, now I know what I’ve known
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| I just wanted to be the slick glaive robed in glow
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| All wrapped up and raving, and rolled through the snow, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go |