| Hey, Mr. Cage Man
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| Let me get a fresh breath
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| Cherry bomb, head strong
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| I can fake my own death
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| Hey, Mr. Fate Man
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| Shuffle me a knife life
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| I’ve been wrong, go along
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| Throw at me a sharp right
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| It’s not a picture perfect life
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| Why would I hate mine?
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| Let me write my own line
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| I’ve got this place that
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| I filled with empty space, so
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| I’m trying not to face what I’ve done
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| My hopeless opus
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| I’m in this race and
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| I’m hoping just to place, so
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| I’m trying not face what’s become of me
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| My hopeless opus
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| Hey, Mr. Safe Man
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| Hustle me an okay
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| I can slide, take a dive
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| Take it for the home team
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| Hey, Mr. Post Man
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| Slip me one more green note
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| I’ve been low, hit the floor
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| Looking just to make broke
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| It’s not a picture perfect life
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| Why would I hate mine?
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| Let me write my own line
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| I’ve got this place that
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| I filled with empty space, so
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| I’m trying not to face what I’ve done
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| My hopeless opus
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| I’m in this race and
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| I’m hoping just to place, so
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| I’m trying not face what’s become of me
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| My hopeless opus
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| Hey, Mr. C-
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| Hey, hey, Mr.,
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| Hey, Mr. Cage Man, L-
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| Cherry bomb
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| H-, let me, ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
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| Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
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| Let me write my own line
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| I’ve got this place that
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| I filled with empty space, so
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| I’m trying not to face what I’ve done
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| My hopeless opus
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| I’m in this race and
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| I’m hoping just to place, so
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| I’m trying not face what’s become of me
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| My hopeless opus |