| But these indigenous rhymes are way beyond time
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| I feel my heart stop and start up
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| Within the same breath I could depart us
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| And if I go quietly, then I’m smiling (may be passing fancies)
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| But let’s make noise miles before then
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| Days wasted will contribute to your rapture
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| Strapped with 10 years plus a day for every heart I capture
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| Crowds are asking if I latch the truth to my masters (may be passing fancies)
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| And the truth is I live for every lyric I can master
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| Let the waves crash, ears feel erosion
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| I’m a locomotive moving with the motion of the ocean
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| While my foundation thins out, everything is in-house (may be passing fancies)
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| This ain’t Monopoly but I’ll change the game
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| Make amendments to the name, take the dollars then I’ll dip out
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| These words diminish scriptures kiss tradition goodbye
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| Risking hope for the coax of a whisk in the sky with these
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| Passing Fancies
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| You know these things will never keep in the rain
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| Got the Neptune Blues everything is a game
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| Just make sure to stay sane
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| Don’t get caught Up
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| (may be passing fancies) (yeah)
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| You know these things will never keep in the rain
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| Got the Neptune Blues everything is a game
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| Just make sure to stay sane
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| Don’t get caught Up
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| (may be passing fancies) (yeah)
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| You know these things will never keep in the rain
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| Got the Neptune Blues everything is a game
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| Just make sure to stay sane
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| Don’t get caught Up
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| (may be passing fancies)
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| Shout outs to the old guy at the shell station
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| For letting me keep his pen
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| So I could write these verses tonight
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| Much love
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| (Passing fancies)
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| I’m feeling black holes pulling at my skull
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| They say I’m morbid but I still have control
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| A moment never dull, got a whole lot of enemies here
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| But none are serious to try to breach the hull (may be passing fancies)
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| My voice lights and nullifies the skies from this gravity
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| A craft that I’ll happily describe sans vanity
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| Everything is after the fact
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| I’ve never lived a day in my life without asking for it back (may be passing
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| fancies)
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| Time is short if you stay foolish
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| Choose the wrong crew and you’ll be met on the moon with too few tulips
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| Blue as Neptune and still clueless yet I shoot for the stars and the shoe fits
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| (may be passing fancies)
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| A boy doesn’t stand a chance amidst misdemeanours and vicious christenings
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| Like it’s one or the other, middle ground would never sit with these
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| «Sometimes I wish I could forget to leave them breathless,» said Death
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| Restless souls resting on his necklace (passing fancies)
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| Bench-pressing purgatory, heaven in the stretches
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| Coals burn my feet, leaving hell in the trenches
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| Swag like Dante (never thought I’d say that, but sometimes words are just
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| things for you to take back) (may be passing fancies)
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| Look back to see if you can Mend a few bridges
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| Only to keep yourself from on the bend of two hinges
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| It it it, somehow avoids my ability to understand
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| How people look all over for answers, you know? |
| (may be passing fancies)
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| They look all over the place for answers and
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| They don’t even stop to think, «Jee,» you know? |
| «why don’t I just ask the kid
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| what’s happening?», you know?
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| «Why don’t I sit down and say hey, how come you’re doing this?» |
| (this this this
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| this)
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| (-to stay) |