| It’s a quarter to two feelin' broken and blue
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| But fuck it i feel alive so i don’t hate it its cool
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| Where ever you go just make sure that it’s you
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| And not another force trying to make its way through
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| Back stabbers & vultures
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| Madhatters and hostesses rentin' out their emotions
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| It’s very popular notice it’s all around you just open your eyes,
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| it’s Over i’m over it
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| A golden clover hit frozen inside an ocean of hopelessness
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| Feel the breeze. |
| feel the ocean mist
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| The wicked mystery that tortures you at night and makes you close your fist
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| I ain’t a violent guy
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| Don’t need an alibi
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| Just need another minute to reflect upon the whole condition
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| So i paid attention to suspension of my tension
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| Taking a step from the background
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| I realize what i see now
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| That person is just not me now
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| My purpose is more in the meanwhile
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| So, a breath is taken
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| Overlooked a situation NOW i’m situated
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| As we observe the turn of tables and perspectives changing
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| The bigger picture unfolds across a canvass that’s ancient
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| We couldn’t understand until we saw the page was stuck
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| I guess that’s what we get for skimming and not giving a fuck
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| Stuck in the undertow of information overload
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| A wave of reality could not save me from my sinking boat
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| I cast a line and catch another 20 feet of hope
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| Only to fall into a whirlpool with heavy flow somebody saying Grab the rope
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| So i paid attention to suspension of my tension |