| I heard some lucky guys live a hundred lives
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| And wake up with a stomach full of half-dead butterflies
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| I’m full of dread from the faith of the evening
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| As each nightfall brings the blades of the guillotine
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| Some nights struck down trying to stand on my power
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| Most nights on my belly playing dead like a coward
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| Well I should tighten my muscles legs is frozen
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| Don’t speak to eek out a couple extra moments
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| I’m trying to slow my vitals, doing silent breathing
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| The life of an off-beat show during pilot season
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| Execs wanna see who can cancel me the most
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| So fast I never get the chance to be a ghost
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| The lifespan of a house fly traded for an eon in the sand with my mouth dry
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| Give me torture give me terrible marching orders
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| Give me dirty water give me anything except shorter
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| Gunned down when it’s sun down
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| Murdered in cold blood everyday
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| Don’t hope two springs eternal like you don’t know
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| I’m about to be gunned down when it’s sun down
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| About to be choked out by the night
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| If I could just live for more than one day I might be gold
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| I’m hoping one day that my carcass is hard boiled
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| I’m stuck in the cycle of a cartoon gargoyle
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| And if I live to be 101 days old
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| I grow straight up to the sun and get charbroiled
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| But maybe everlasting life is a curse though
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| Eternity is drama making life the commercial
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| But no thirty second advert has enough build
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| When all the the night vision camera footage is a snuff film
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| Crush, kill. |
| Cycle of the sun is build, destroy
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| I fell on so many swords my stomach’s got a keloid
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| I’ve died on the phone, I’ve died over e-mail
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| I’ve died in the silence where the limbs of a tree fell
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| And lived for a brief spell and lose consciousness
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| In the middle of a brief yell, waking in a deep well
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| That started all over when the pendulum drift switched
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| But which two gods birthed this to begin with?
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| Gunned down when it’s sun down
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| Murdered in cold blood everyday
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| Don’t hope two springs eternal like you don’t know
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| I’m about to be gunned down when it’s sun down
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| About to be choked out by the night
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| If I could just live for more than one day I might be gold
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| Died everyday like the enemies in Power Rangers
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| Up against a homicidal flower stranger
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| I even heard a son growing in the upper wombs
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| Real fucked up to sit and have to watch the others bloom
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| Born on the train to Auschwitz-Birkenau
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| It’s Groundhog’s Day, every night is a murder though
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| A: So fundamentally it’s a matter of securing
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| K: Of course
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| A: for himself some… some…
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| K: …heavenly grace
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| A: …some heavenly grace that will preserve him against falling into this
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| mournful round of coming to be and passing away. |
| Thinking of the past,
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| on the one hand, anticipating the future on the other, you’re saying he falls
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| out of the present now
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| K: Yes, that’s right
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| A: I understand |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Short About a Guy That Dies Every Night , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Hella Personal Film Festival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп