| Check, check, hey
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| Check, check, hey
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| Check the room, hey
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| Same keys on the ones and twos
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| I thought it was real
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| And I clapped like a seal
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| And I balanced the ball on my nose
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| But even after my spell
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| Hey, you never felt
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| The things that I felt, I suppose
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| Everything’s dried up and bleached from the the sun
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| And my hands just massage it like glass
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| I’m stained from a year of deciving myself
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| And I’m not sure it’ll pass
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| The hadaches I get are serrated
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| I’m the bugs you squash under your feet
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| Your kiss always tastes so metallic
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| From the fillings that line all your teeth
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| I’m the cockroach that wakes up your roommates
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| I’m the laughter that nobody knows
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| I just wanna exhale how you can inhale
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| When I plug both the holes in your nose
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| I’m wasting my time but I’m happy
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| Grinding my teeth into dust
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| Spitting the shards of the past like a dart
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| There’s nothing much left to discuss
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| I thought it was real
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| And I clapped like a seal
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| And I balanced the ball on my nose
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| But even after my spell you never felt
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| The things that I felt, I suppose
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| I thought it was real
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| And I clapped like a seal
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| And I balanced the ball on my nose |