| You see the masquerade has ceased but yet the party’s just begun
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| We are the ones to celebrate the face to face the self
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| To make it from the pains to fact
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| Of earthly ways, won’t let another mask
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| distract me from my new birth dates
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| Cause I continue growth like hair and nails
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| Not afraid to fail but if you’re not given
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| Keep on living life like presents given
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| In the morning on Christmas as a ten year old
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| I witness my two by two cell, created by me and my mind
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| Now I’m out of hell, I’ma feel it go
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| Can you feel my soul inside this song like a horcrux
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| I go nuts, got goosebumps on my skin when I go in
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| And then it’s space time again, come along my friends
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| I’m going on and on until the end
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| Sweet, sweet pain
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| Swimming around my brain
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| When there’s nothing left to gain
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| And everything stays the same
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| Pain means change
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| Swimming around my brain
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| When there’s nothing left to gain
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| And everything stays the same
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| Sometimes pain is my healer
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| I watch the free rain on my will like a dealer on the corner
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| Trying to sell me comfort from my own feelings
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| The thing that makes me human
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| I’m fuming out the ears with fumigation for the earthlings
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| My passion is the birthing
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| I’m cursing those nursing from the bosom of the devil
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| An outlaw on the threshold of mesmerizing art
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| Who take a gander of a gypsy
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| Just look my way and I got you
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| I fly to get busy with many more minds than a million
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| I’m building up to the ceiling
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| Say yello, my fellows
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| Just jump right in my slump might be the petro
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| To bend you back to shape and get you peeling back layers of the retro
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| You The old you is now dying
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| Welcome to the strange, land of pain,
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| Where man must change
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| To make way for the next lane speedaway on the highway
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| Byways, it’s a fine day for change
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| Sweet, sweet pain
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| Swimming around my brain
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| When there’s nothing left to gain
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| And everything stays the same
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| Pain means change
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| Swimming around my brain
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| When there’s nothing left to gain
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| And everything stays the same
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| Easily i approach the deck singing
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| Yes, song of peace living with
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| No regrets a captain of the ship
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| Labled by the flag im flying
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| Straight to God no denying
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| I’m a odd in defiant yet poliant
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| Male client of the fall banks
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| Drifting in from state to state
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| And beyong my great grandfather’s
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| Make my hollers heard in the heavens
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| When i pollinate And politate
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| I’m a finer breed must give myself
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| A pat on the back sometimes
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| The offset the beat downs
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| That i serve myself so often
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| An addict i claim It but i do not
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| Let It dominate my state of
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| Mind with hatered for my
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| Short comings cause im
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| A tall order fall shorter
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| Perfect like I should
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| Sweet, sweet pain
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| Swimming around my brain
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| When there’s nothing left to gain |