| Conflict-resolution and it’s damn sure not specialty
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| I want to thank everyone for listening to the album that they just listen to
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| Please don’t take out your lighters though it’s kinda sad
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| I’m from the meth-lab city of broken dreams and cracked out dope of means
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| Where everybody is lookin for an ocean scene
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| Where pac and biggie are pass’e
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| Cause back home we speak in terms of mac dre and fat tone
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| I’m from a city where there’s actually people that
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| Are bother by the thought of homosexual marriage
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| The bible belt friendly smiles and christian steeples
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| And names like bobby sue jenkins and belinda peoples
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| This town is so erie when it snows all the trees look like
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| Ghost appearing from the road
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| The crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir
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| The echo of silence whisper from the mouth of the river
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| To say yah the city could be great one day but the first step
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| Is getting out of our own way
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| I’ve been to bigger cities they produce bigger frowns
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| All dying right here in this town
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| And I know there’s something beautiful within my grasp
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| And I know I think I’m satisfy but it won’t last
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| And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
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| I’ll find another rain storm to fill my glass
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| To quote my life is written by anonymous fuck it
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| I think I’ll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises
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| So if your comin' over bring the bottle and a cup
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| There’s a war goin on outside and I don’t give a fuck
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| I can never win the fight for me
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| I could only minimize the details of my life story
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| I was born late july 1981 skip a bunch
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| Bullshit until now and then stories done
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| But I’m a write the chapters later in my life
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| In a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife
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| Both of us in wheel chairs we quietly hold hands
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| It’s strange but one day I’m gonna be an old man
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| I hope to be happy on that day because
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| I finally stood up and moved the hell outta my own way
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| I need to move the hell outta my own way
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| (note to self) so do you
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| And I know there’s something beautiful within my grasp
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| And I know I think I’m satisfy but it won’t last
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| And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path
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| I’ll find another rain storm to fill my glass
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| No no no
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| Don’t get your lighters out this isn’t ben harper
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| Thank you southern thank you opus and thank you kansas city
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| Goodnight |