| I know that it’s bad
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| That it’s the kind that they can’t operate on
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| And I know it’s real slow honey
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| Painful and real slow
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| Styrofoam coffee cups
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| And bagged drugs that never work enough
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| And I know its real slow, honey
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| Painful and real slow
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| When we were young
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| And hit like hammers
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| I’d write the nails in your hands
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| But when 99% of us is failure
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| There’s no going back
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| And I know its real slow, honey
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| Painful and real slow
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| Blackbird come the break of dawn
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| The TV’s on, I turn it off
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| Walk outside, get in the car
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| Stare at the wheel then fall apart
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| I get it all the time
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| Bright eyes to bat and hide behind
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| But I know they’re just for show, honey
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| Painful and just for show
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| Black rooms to babysit
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| White halls to pace and wait for it
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| And I know it’s too slow, honey
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| Painful and real slow
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| When we were young
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| And hit like hammers
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| I’d write the nails in your hands
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| When 99% of us is failure
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| There’s no coming back
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| And I know its real slow, honey
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| Painful and real slow
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| Blackbird come the break of day
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| You swallow the shit that people say
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| Walk outside look at the sky
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| Ask it to fall or tell you why |