| «This was the year he fell to pieces
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| & ironicly this was the year when more people then he even knew existed
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| scrambled to put him back together again
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| and as they tried they didn’t notice that he was smiling. |
| smiling his ass off
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| . |
| no pun intended
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| oh what have we become? |
| oh what have you become
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| not allowed to kick the feet up and sleep until its done
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| ground control ground control to major tom we found a hole in your theory and
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| named it Sean
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| & when the leave fall then land looks more human
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| its got me questioning the essence of my farm boy blues
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| hence I never wore the fashions of the know what I’m doin
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| but their won’t be no alarm when we sound up the movement
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| a river runs through it UNTIL I’m made outa fluids
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| my fathers name is Art & my names pride
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| & while my destiny reading the recipe for confusion I’m lookin for who ever
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| writes so empty inside
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| as the panneling comes un-glued I’m averaging a camel every hour for as a
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| substitute for food
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| out standing in this field waiting for the storms trying to teach the alphAbet
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| to the children of the corn
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| yo the music aint loud enough I can still hear the voices in your head
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| the choices theyv’e chosen to choose have temporarily impaIRed me
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| I’m terribly proud if you don’t turn it up louder I’m breakin out
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| I face the sun when I talk and I hold his hand as I walk him across the street
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| got caught inside a self taught it jus don’t stop
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| & I’ll trade you a pARAble for a probably
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| kick this one for St. Paul & this one for MinNeapolis
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| & kick this one hear for me and my super hero complex
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| & WHEN I CAN I’M GONNA BUILD A CASTLE THAT TOUCHES THE CLOUDS! |
| NOT TO GET
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| CLOSER TO GOD BUT TO GET FURTHER FROM YA’LL |