| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
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| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
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| I’ve been making new shit with my friends
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| Dissociating from contemporary trends
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| What’s the point in trying to be like them
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| Im just trying to be like you and domesticate my lens
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| I don’t bow to a deity or king
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| Im a common criminal that never learned how to sing
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| Cut and paste my dreams so they’re perfectly in sync
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| Im a happy workaholic I should probably see a shrink
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| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
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| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
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| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
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| Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
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| Im in the market for placebo effects
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| And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
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| I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
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| Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me
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| I talk to myself in public when I need legal advice
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| And an escape from blabber mouthes that I don’t even like
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| Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets
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| Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it
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| We’ve all been bullied by the box they ship us in
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| Hearts hanging heavy from a collective chagrin
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| Im pathologically creative cuz I have to be
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| Feeling misunderstood just comes naturally
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| Im in the market for placebo effects
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| And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
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| I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
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| Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me
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| Love will always be a hot commodity
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| No amount of hate can kill kindred camaraderie
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| Church burning racists deserve to rot alone in isolation
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| And never get to feel true bliss or loving embraces
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| This is the united state of Comcast
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| For the right amount of resources we will bomb back
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| We live die like it’s an eye for eye contact
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| Where blind the blind by contract
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| So distracted by the gadgets attached to our mitts
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| We spill coffee on our kicks then blame the establishment
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| I try to block out the psycho babble hoping I forget
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| Cuz no amount of weed can clean the memories from my head
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| But it’s okay, I’ve been existing as a ghost
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| Limiting my needs to self deprecating jokes
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| So stay sharp, they’ll put a pipeline through your heart
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| And post date the check til the day of your death…
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| I’m in the market for placebo effects
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| And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
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| I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
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| Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me
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| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
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| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
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| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
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| Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay… |