| I take the path of most resistance down the long and winding road
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| When the message from the medium comes in jumbled code word code red
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| Sold out for less bread, come on
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| Hold out your hand out and stand up and stand out
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| I stand alone and at the same time I stay home
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| It’s my castle asshole
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| And who am I to think I’m special haven’t moved a step in ages?
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| Stuck in neutral without fruitful thoughts to permeate these pages
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| Hooked on stagnant like a magnet gotta dump this extra weight and state the
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| obvious
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| Go go solo. |
| Go solo. |
| Solo
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| All roads lead to a hobos state focus meditate
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| On the status quo the brokest jokers that i know aren’t broken
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| Local focal point of purpose work this all into an opus
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| That the people can’t help but notice
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| I make the most of taking dope and breaking every rule
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| My rope is short according to the folks who seem to take me for a fool
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| I’m hating motivating this ol body to wake up and down just one more coffee
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| Moka cola soul controller rocker this is a takeover, remove ya. |
| Proper
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| I can’t settle down to get by is to get violent
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| I’m denied as long as I’m trying to be studiously silent
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| Why the scientific supports the corporate client?
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| I don’t know man I don’t know I don’t know
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| And so the lab rats push on with their mental warfare
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| But I’m sure there must be a virgin among the whores there
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| And there’s more where that came from, crushed dreams and stained thumbs
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| Just stay calm and play dumb and try to remain numb
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| Quit talking start leaving, get packing not even
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| Was I shit talking man I came to find a bit of meaning
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| My attention span has past the point of no return
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| I’m not a half empty glass so why do I feel burned?
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| Watered down. |
| I earned every pound and cent and learned to envy sound
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| Invent break new ground. |
| Repent
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| Jesus can’t save me and neither can prayer
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| Because I haven’t got a hope in hell if someone really is out there
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| I Observe to serve god, deserve the turf I get given
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| Poor sod you caught a dose of God knows how much bad luck one guy can get given
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| Fuck it, life’s a picnic let it go and keep living |