| Some of us are gonna die
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| Faster than the other guys
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| Ones I thought shoulda been shining my shoes
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| That’s how a gamble’s gamed
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| Real until it’s razed away forcibly
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| Descend from ladder to chute
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| And call that a truce
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| So high, quite low
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| Mid-range, domains you control
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| «Drink me,» shrink down
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| Make a toast to the loss, you allowed it
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| And if I’ve had enough of flora and fauna
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| Then what is the drama?
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| Hold me close 'til the next year’s trauma
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| What is the drama?
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| Wish I had said something
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| But we can’t go back in time
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| Goons waltz in wearing shitkicking grins
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| Without reason, without cadence
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| So, we’re gonna die
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| Faster than our fathers make crime
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| Out of fiction, a silent cohesion
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| Less paranoia, more progress
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| If I’ve had enough of flora and fauna
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| Then what is the drama?
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| Hold me close 'til the next year’s trauma
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| What is the drama?
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| Ha ha
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| Unknowns derange me
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| But I make it my own
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| And own up, get down
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| This is happening 'cause you allowed it
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| That’s enough of flora, fauna
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| What is the drama?
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| You were splayed for the valet, a cap gun on ya
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| (Had enough of flora and fauna)
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| Now put your hands where I could see ‘em
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| Is there any drama? |
| (What is the drama?)
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| Had enough of flora and fauna
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| What is the drama?
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| Hold me close 'til the next year’s trauma
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| What is the drama?
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| Had enough of flora and fauna
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| What is the drama?
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| Hold me close 'til the next year’s trauma
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| What is the drama? |