| On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
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| Unable to perform some simple task
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| Trapped at the stage of analysis
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| Thoughts of the shortness of life may beget
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| Bouts of shortness of breath in your chest
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| Doubts about the worth of the nights you got left
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| Crowding out all but fear and regret
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| You got storyline fever, storyline flu
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| It’s filtering how everything looks to you
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| Don’t you reckon it’s affecting your attitude?
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| Storyline fever got its hooks in you
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| Storyline fever got its hooks in you
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| You took your love to the marketplace
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| In the wanting corner of a Western state
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| Where every other shopper is a basket case
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| Just relies on the horizon, forms a frowning face
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| Hanging around those haunts at night
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| Where half the clientele was part poltergeist
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| Grinding an axe against all that exists
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| Minus their protected exceptions to it
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| You got storyline fever, storyline flu
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| Apparently impairing your point of view
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| It’s making horseshit sound true to you
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| Now it’s impacting how you’re acting too
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| Now it’s impacting how you’re acting too
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| Got a comb over cut circa Abscam sting
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| Make a better Larry than Lizard King
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| But you got to find a way to make it work
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| 'Cause your feet is where your demons lurk
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| When you’re seller and commodity
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| You gotta sell yourself immodestly
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| Turn your pedestal into a carving board
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| If that’s what the audience is starving for
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| You got storyline fever, storyline flu
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| You’re filtering how everything looks to you
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| Don’t you reckon it’s affecting your attitude?
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| Storyline fever got its hooks in you
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| Storyline fever got its hooks in you |