| I’ve been making ends meet
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| You’ve let yours end already
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| We could compare our spite in size
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| While the room gets our boxing gloves ready
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| But there’s a 25 foot distance
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| And a six foot wall of strangers
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| Dividing this room in two
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| I’ve been making ends meet
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| You’ve let yours end already
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| On a date with Mr. Fidel Castro to boost morale and…
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| Keep you steady
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| M.I.A. |
| on a wall of shipwrecks
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| Painted that I can’t see
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| Cause I’ll keep my head down
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| I won’t admit this gets to me
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| You can keep your back turned
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| I know this gets to you too
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| But it isn’t like I’ve really thought this through
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| I’ve been making ends meet
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| I’ve made yours end already
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| New skin in an old Aesics t-shirt
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| Which she’ll cover up with a hoodie
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| What if you knew we were all out to get you?
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| I think you’d say…
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| «I'll keep my head down
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| I won’t admit this gets to me
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| You can keep your back turned
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| I know this gets to you too.»
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| In case I haven’t gotten through to you
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| Not a word from anyone around
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| Not a word from anyone around
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| A worn out hardwood floor
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| Dimly lit and hipster covered
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| Gin and ironic
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| Only two-hundred decibels too low
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| But not enough to not hear you say…
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| «What is he doing here???
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| What is he doing???
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| What is he doing here tonight?
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| What is he doing here tonight?»
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| I’ll keep my head down
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| You can keep your back turned… |