| A split-second decision-making process:
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| I’m taking breaks from back-breaking posture.
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| I’m heading down a spiral staircase, turned around
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| To bated breath I can see in front of me.
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| I’ll push tempo through tap and teeth.
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| I’ll breathe out to the tune of turning in right now.
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| So if it’s not too late for introductions' sake,
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| I would draw my most modest savings and make the night fun.
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| But if we’re taking bets, this is probably as good as this night gets.
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| For the sake of this song, this was about you all along.
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| It’s a drunken sucker-push, it’s a fragile fist across the chin.
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| And I’m laughing at all the trouble this will get you in.
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| A split-second decision-making process:
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| You’ll run inside and tell our friends what you’ve just done-
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| a churning pulse through everyone
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| Chase you down the block, we just wanted to talk.
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| But you’re bricked-up and clocked across the face.
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| Photo frozen, and re-arranged that way.
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| It’s a drunken sucker-push, it’s a fragile fist across the chin.
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| And we’re laughing at all the trouble this has got you in.
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| You should have known I wasn’t really acting like a dick.
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| If you know me, you’d know I’d be the first to admit it.
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| So pound for pound, we’re wearing out the ground.
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| But tattooed assholes starting fights don’t ever know when to end their nights.
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| Pound for pound, we’re breaking in new ground.
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| Sober sound, I’m breathing in the best and worst of everyone around.
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| Truly, this was about you all along. |