| Bad enough i bought into that bit
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| Yeah, my hometown was an untapped oil field
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| Storing profits, those wallets begged for change
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| And everyone’s growing up just the same
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| Pedestal-placement-preaching
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| No, that isn’t love, that’s just called insecurity
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| Jump that ship it’s sinking
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| You might float to the top, but you’ll never be credible
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| On your feet, on the ground
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| How to see it coming, how to see it after
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| On your feet and on the ground
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| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster
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| Ride it out, write it down then crumble up that paper
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| Along with your career you steer down dead end streets
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| Those sounds have gotten stale and tired
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| Running from every critique
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| They’re nervous and sweating, waiting for all to explode
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| In your face, in your hands
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| How to see it coming, how to see it after
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| In your face and in your hands
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| How to see it coming, how to spot it faster
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| (Merci à talleux pour cettes paroles) |