| Purse your lips and keep them there
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| You’re leaking secrets everywhere
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| Brown leather, zip locked bags
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| Careful when you’re in the crowds
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| You’re dripping paint on the label
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| Wipe your hands and leave the table
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| Your eyes are riding on a wave
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| Of bitterness and cheap champagne
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| They’re pointing at my heart
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| And shooting darts, that dig and weave
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| A holy arrow splitting seams
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| A prison vault that holds my dreams
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| That’s pumping blood into my limbs
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| The liquid life that carries me
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| Well crush me all you like
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| It won’t help you breathe
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| When you shoot me down
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| It doesn’t say anything ‘bout me
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| And equally
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| If I am reticent
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| And I construct with eloquence
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| Maybe I can can help you find your dreams?
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| This isn’t just for you
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| It’s a blessing here for me
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| Written in the stone, it’s a lesson here for me
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| This isn’t just for you
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| It’s a lesson here for me
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| Written in the stone so it’s, so it’s complete
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| I used to hide behind a wall
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| And chew upon the seeds
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| Never let them grow
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| And left them blackened in the weeds
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| Negativity
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| Circulate through me
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| Choking up my conscience with a charcoal elegy
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| Well crush me all you like
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| It won’t help you breathe
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| When you shoot me down
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| It doesn’t say anything ‘bout me
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| And equally
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| If I am reticent
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| And I construct with eloquence
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| Maybe I can can help you find your dreams?
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| This isn’t just for you
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| It’s a lesson here for me |