| I’m a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
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| You’re a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
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| Like, that’s not a card that I would’ve picked but it’s your life to live like
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| how you’d like to live
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| You’re type of cool that likes to talk a lot
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| I’m the type of fool to listen
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| They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often
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| The same is true of undercover cops
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| And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven
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| We’re still under the radar, seven billion on the planet
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| Wading straight to the moon
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| Salutations to Apollo
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| While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow
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| And you bit my lip when I kissed you
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| I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you
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| We shared my blood for an instant and I would trade some more to have it back
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| Yeah I would trade all of this for that
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| I’m in the back of a fifteen passenger van doing an expose on feelings I don’t
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| fully understand
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| Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam
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| With hope just as large as the room in my car
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| My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until
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| I’m just settled in
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| Hold it for change from charitable donors like
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| Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to…
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| SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL
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| I know I should’ve been more vocal
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| Sure, I could’ve been more social
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| I’ve been hanging out it’s a short rope though
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| It’s been awhile I should’ve wrote but I’m going postal
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| I’m GOING POSTAL
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| I’ve been coasting
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| I’ve been coping okay for the most part
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| Everybody I know wants to be a star
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| Just above the atmosphere flying high
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| Just above the average fear to try
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| Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles
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| Everybody I know wants the gleam
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| In designer tops and ten dollar magazines
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| Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak
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| Aggravated when I say what I mean
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| I mean, I mean
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| You see, is that
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| I’m a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
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| You’re a master of passive aggressive magic tricks
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| Like: that’s not the card that I would’ve picked but it’s your life to live
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| like you’d like to live
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| You’re the master of Matlock lock picking lessons
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| I’m the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments
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| Like this ain’t the life that I should’ve picked
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| But it’s the cards we’re dealt we play with
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| Shit |