| Black scene leather kid, real Ameri-kid
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| Shove off or move my mountain
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| Calm your bitter bears and I’ll thank you
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| For punching a hole and sinking my balloon
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| Nag my conscience, inferior conscience
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| Like I’m a lunatic waiting to scream
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| Henpecked by heroes with kingdoms of none
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| We’re baking like mice in the sun
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| You are following
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| You are following
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| You were hoping to find something to shine
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| But you are out of your mind
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| To be so in love with this capitol world
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| Searching, you go searching for fawna
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| With absinthe in your coffee
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| And a gun in your hand
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| You should not be hunting for ghosts in this land
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| I say… I say… my God, I say
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| You are following
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| You are following
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| You were hoping to find something to shine
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| But you are out of your mind
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| To be so in love with this capitol world
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| Skeletons in your head, open your mind, you’ll find…
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| Swing high, swing low
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| You are following
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| You are following
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| You were hoping to find something to shine
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| But you are out of your mind
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| To be so in love |