| Im standin in a shadow, hating the world
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| I keep a wall around me, block out the herd
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| Its a nerve-wreck placeto be, it kills real
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| Quick
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| You gotta scrape the concrete off your dick
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| But were gonna live so happily
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| In a faraway place, just you and me If I dont crap out
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| The sun will shine and give us a hug
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| The world will sing like a happy bug
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| If I dont crap out
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| No and I wont crap out
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| I wont crap out
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| Im glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying
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| I despise the trendies, I know
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| Theyre lying
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| If you want to stir up real mud
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| You had better pay with real blood
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| But the birds will sing a sweet melody
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| In a couple of green indifferent trees
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| If I dont crap out
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| And youre gonna know how fine you are
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| Gonna write your name on a violet star
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| If I dont crap out
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| Well have a window and well have a door
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| And a reason to be living for
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| If I dont crap out
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| And the material singers will fade into dust
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| Like forgotten merchants of disgust
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| If I dont crap out
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| No I wont crap out
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| No Ill never crap out
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| Oh I wont crap out
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| I wont crap out |