| Hey Cecil, I’m bringing back the one-take tiger, simple as that
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| I’ve got money on it this time. |
| aight
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| (Real love)
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| I had a feeling that I haven’t felt before and
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| That was my reason
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| As if I even fucking needed one
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| Never felt like a part of the plot
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| Been apart from the start
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| So separate and so dark
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| Sat at home, sat alone writing poems
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| You could die, rock or live in my dome
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| Like «what the fuck is a phone?»
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| Till it rang and I answered it
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| Danced, took a chance with it (trust)
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| You could bang pots and pans with him
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| It was that toss-up
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| Rigid and stiff
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| You forgot you’re living dangerously
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| Live for any bliss
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| Cause you trust one, trust two, trust three four
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| And you must lose, bruise, cruise, bust free doors
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| Cause it ends, say goodbye
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| Make amends, maybe cry
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| Never that — I keep em guessing where the fuck I’m at
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| Cause he called me Coltrane (?)
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| Just shaking the old chain
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| Wanted to beat his ass to fucking death with an old chain
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| I live in the same frame, my brain is on strike
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| Could give a shit about warm milk; |
| I’m looking to stay
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| But I can’t, cause they lead even me to believe that I’d bounce ‘fore they dip
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| Skip town, come and see me now
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| You should see me now, a machine
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| I’m like ten feet tall, and one breath make em all fall down
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| I’m a monster, I’m a beast
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| I’ma poison the author of Wild in the Streets
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| I’m a riot underneath, but… I got thick skin
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| You only hear the chaos when I open my teeth
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| I get manic
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| A pacifist masochist smashing this capitalist wack
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| Spreading fast like a cancerous crash
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| It’s gigantic
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| I won’t have a hand it in, no!
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| (Keep a muhfuckin hole in my shoesole)
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| You can quote that
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| There’s people with broke backs
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| And whodats paying like 20 bucks for a mesh hat
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| Look around, then look back with a thinly veiled hate
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| You’d think it’d be lighter with all of us lifting the world’s weight (uh-huh)
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| But it ain’t
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| Never felt like a part of the plot
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| Been apart from the start
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| Cause I’m not one of them
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| Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
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| I find the ones with the heartbeats
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| And I strike back with rhythm
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| So come find me now
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| I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss
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| Waiting to leave you reeling
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| And there’s more just like me
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| I’m not the voice
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| Just one with broken shoulders
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| And dare I say that I’m the meanest one
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| Let me in, sum the actual fact
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| Pull me out, won’t look back
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| I won’t sleep
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| I stay up past goodbyes and stay-ups
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| I got guts like a butcher
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| All hung up, no hang-ups
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| I’m the pusher, pushing fast
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| If you listen, sing it back
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| I’m like Jimmy Eat World when the world bit back
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| And that’s it
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| Dead once (?), so I’ll do it again
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| Cause these kids front stage (huh) they call themselves friends
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| Sick of the same faces
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| Them lames and brass smokes
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| Sometimes wanna get drunk and wake up in strange places
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| Remain faceless, fucking hate cases
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| So many so cracked, so many crooked could use braces
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| But I stay patient like I’m tied to a chair
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| And the doctor’s in the waiting room pulling my hair
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| Like come help me come in from the signature I’m fearing
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| I dot I’s, cross T’s and I’m thoroughly scared
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| And I panic
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| I panic
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| I panic
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| I panic
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| I calm down
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| (and I remember the song just goes)
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| Cause I’m not one of them
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| Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no
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| Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
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| I find the ones with the heartbeats
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| And I strike back with rhythm
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| So come find me now
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| I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss
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| Waiting to leave you reeling
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| And there’s more just like me
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| I’m not the force-fed (?)
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| Just one with broken shoulders
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| This one’s for, uh…
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| Baxter
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| Ten Grand
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| And Matt Davis
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| (Real love) |