| A manhood that won’t make a man
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| A fort without a battle plan
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| The promise of control seems to escape me
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| It’s times like this we turn to hate
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| As the fucks I gave evaporate
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| And the worry is I’ll always be this way
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| Cause I’m still teething baby
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| I’m a teething child
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| I’m still teething baby
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| I’m a teething child
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| Ground is ripped from underneath
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| And the roof above is caving in
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| I don’t expect for anyone to save me
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| I made this mess, I will make my bed
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| And still refuse to lie in it
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| I won’t wait up for anyone to shake me
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| I’m still teething baby
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| I’m a teething friend
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| Cause I’m still teething baby
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| I’m a teething child
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| The blocks we build so so high
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| Bulldozed almost every night
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| In the morning I’m surprised to wake up breathing
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| The instinct won’t be pacified
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| Regress, regress, watch feathers fly
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| When I awake surprised that I’m not bleeding
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| Thanks for the memories what’s your name
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| Against, against the grain again
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| This morning I awake and I’m still teething
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| I’m still teething
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| Teething
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| And I’m still teething
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| Still teething |