| Morph into any shape
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| Me and floor separate
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| Torture is everyday
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| Boredom I levitate
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| Pausing and pressing play
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| Snorting to meditate
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| Thought swinging mental case
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| Born into centrestage
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| Poor but I’m getting paid
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| More than your penny wage
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| I let my head engage war on an empty page
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| I bet I generate
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| More than you’ve ever made
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| Talk to my pen and say more than my head can take
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| I’m fucked, sitting in this room with a different view
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| And this is due to the tube I’ve been sniffing through
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| And is it true, if you live like a vampire?
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| Life backfires like a night with a crap flyer
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| Well that’s a risk that I’m willing to take
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| I sit in a state and my face says «give me a break»
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| I dig in my crates of drum’n’bass, missing the days
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| When I lived to play the killers at the biggest of raves
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| But now I’ve hit an age — much as reminiscing is great
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| I refuse to be a victim in this history cage
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| I live in this place and literally think its a game
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| Where continues cost nothing if you’re willing to play
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| So I, smoke skunk so much that my throat’s fucked
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| I show love, go nuts till I’m grown up
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| No love could ever take away the stupid feeling
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| That most chicks are aliens and James is human being
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| Morph into any shape
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| Me and floor separate
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| Torture is everyday
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| Boredom I levitate
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| Pausing and pressing play
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| Snorting to meditate
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| Thought swinging mental case
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| Born into centrestage
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| Poor but I’m getting paid
|
| More than your penny wage
|
| I let my head engage war on an empty page
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| I bet I generate
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| More than you’ve ever made
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| Talk to my pen and say more than my head can take
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| I walk to my death and cause water to separate
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| Lords of the heavens ain’t sure if I’ll get a place
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| Clawing a weapon as I gawp at the devil’s face
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| Sawing the metal chains, sure that they’ll never break
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| Four letter second-name taught me to get away
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| I crawl into bed and lay snoring the Zeds away
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| Caught nicking lemonade
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| In stores, I was ten or eight
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| But anyway, I’m less a mate more each and every day
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| Saw to the everglades
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| I talk stories and let 'em change forcin'
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| The letters straight scorin'
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| The sentence made more sick than getting AIDS surely
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| me
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| Never mate, I desecrate your beat!
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| Morph into any shape
|
| Me and floor separate
|
| Torture is everyday
|
| Boredom I levitate
|
| Pausing and pressing play
|
| Snorting to meditate
|
| Thought swinging mental case
|
| Born into centrestage
|
| Poor but I’m getting paid
|
| More than your penny wage
|
| I let my head engage war on an empty page
|
| I bet I generate
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| More than you’ve ever made
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| Talk to my pen and say more than my head can take |