| A little trivia, anyone?
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| But we never get to hear the answers, heh, that ain’t any fun
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| (Existence) Who said gimme one? |
| I ride the earth around the sun
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| As the world turns, fuckin' up my equilibrium
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| (Another day) A shitty one, another lame millennium
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| (Months) Who said gimme some? |
| (Years) I don’t want any, none
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| (Decades) 2051 (Forever) Must I continue on?
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| Whoever gave me life is a true machiavellian
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| I’m faceless, bodiless, headless, what part of this shit don’t you understand?
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| No ribs, bones, arms, or hands
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| I’m kneeless, dickless, Jesus did this?
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| For no rhyme, reason, or need, I just exist
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| Was I an angel who crept out of heaven then sinned
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| Got restrained, so I’m kept out and never let in
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| Cursed me to a life left out with no reaction
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| Here forever, but with no voice or body, how dreadful
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| I can’t be seen or heard, I know it seems absurd
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| I can’t be touched nor felt, I’m never sensed or smelt
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| But I know I’m real (No one can see me)
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| I just fuckin' know I’m real (They can’t see or hear me)
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| The people walk right through me, showin' no respect
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| Our eyes never connect, they never notice shit
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| But I know I’m real (No one can see me)
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| I just fuckin' know I’m real (See, hear, or feel me)
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| Nuh uh, I don’t remember the beginning or when I arrived
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| I don’t need food or water, yet I somehow survive
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| Am I an energy that was a ghost stuck in purgatory?
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| I have no recollection of any life before me
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| So what’s my story? |
| Tell me. |
| Help me. |
| Why am I here?
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| Have I done something? |
| Am I supposed to? |
| It’s unclear
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| Is this a punishment, a sentence, a long detention
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| Among the living, but trapped within my own dimension?
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| I crave interaction, I fiend to cause reaction
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| Even the smallest distraction at all, a fraction
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| Until one day, I thought I finally caught some action
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| It seems like this hottie’s eyes realize my traction
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| I said «hey,» she said «hey,» wait, what’d you say?
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| Her eyes, fine, stayed on mine, declined to look away
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| «I said hi,» our passersby asked to whom was she talkin'
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| She pointed at me, he saw nothin' and kept walkin'
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| I can’t be seen or heard, I know it seems absurd
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| I can’t be touched nor felt, I’m never sensed or smelt
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| But I know I’m real (Somehow she can see me)
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| I just fuckin' know I’m real (She can see and hear me)
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| The people walk right through me, showin' no respect
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| Our eyes never connect, they never notice shit
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| But I know I’m real (She can see and hear me)
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| I just fuckin' know I’m real (Couldn't touch or feel me)
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| We talked to each other, we couldn’t feel each other
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| Even without touch, we soon became lovers
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| We were lovers (She's his lover, and she’s his best friend)
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| We were lovers (She's his lover, and she’s his best friend)
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| We lay in the same spot, she’d sleep inside of me
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| As close as we could be, she even cried for me
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| We were lovers (She's his lover, and she’s his best friend)
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| We were lovers (She's his lover, and she’s his best friend)
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| I told her don’t speak of our love, but she had to brag about it
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| She’d say, «He's sittin' right here,» they rolled their eyes and doubted
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| We had dinner with her parents, and I knew they didn’t get it
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| 'Cause followin' supper, they tried to have her committed
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| We ran away, and then we began to plan a way
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| We wanted so much just to touch and clutch each other and such
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| I said, «Well I ain’t no wizard, not a clergy or cleric
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| Probably don’t want to hear it, but my guess is, I’m a spirit
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| And if I’m correct, and I’m a ghost, then it’s apparent
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| Clearly only death can bring you to my void, so we can share it»
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| And with that, she understood what’s good and started ascendin'
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| A rusty fire escape, I thought she must be pretendin'
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| But within a few minutes, she did it and reached the roof
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| And yelled, «I love you, Mr. Nothing Man, and here comes the proof»
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| I tried to scream a rebuttal, out came a whimper so subtle
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| She dove off and turned into a broken, busted up puddle
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| Silence, wind, and traffic off in the distance
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| Her soul standin' up from the wreck, I wait to witness
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| Instead, red liquid spread out from her shattered head quickly
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| I fell and sob and raised my fists and screamed «Please, God, forgive me!»
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| I can’t be seen or heard, I know it seems absurd
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| I can’t be touched nor felt, I’m never sensed or smelt
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| But I know I’m real (Only she can see me) (No!)
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| I just fuckin' know I’m real (She can see and hear me) (Please, God, forgive me!
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| The people walk right through me, showin' no respect
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| Our eyes never connect, they never notice shit
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| But I know I’m real (But she could see me) (Please, God!)
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| I just fuckin' know I’m real (Now she’s avoided dearly) (Please, God!) |