| In an effort to salvage even the slightest percentage of what I once had
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| Has left me with vital organs, which much has hemorrhaged
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| My innards twist and turn, I’m convinced that sin is learned
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| Their lesson once the minutes burn, not their soul
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| I’m sick with concern about my operative role
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| Deadbeat inhabitants
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| On planet Earth
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| Are programmed at birth to be apathetic at events
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| Even if athletic they’re inadequate
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| Turning sexually active to abstinent, mentally absent
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| You’re not accepting of me, new accent
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| Different tone
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| Whether listening on the phone long distance or reading an interesting poem
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| In this instance
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| Hearing a song spoken out
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| I can fill my tub with confidence and still soak in doubt
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| Stick some soap in my mouth
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| When I speak in bubbles
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| It’ll give me the appearance of a cartoon and weaken my troubles
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| Then with every step I take I’ll be leavin' puddles
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| And though you damp, everybody drowns when I flood town
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| I’m being to discreet and subtle
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| Man, you figure this kid would be learning
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| To stay away from ambiguous wording
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| Understand it’s disturbing
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| Purposefully I stall
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| How many times can I be treated rudely during a courtesy call?
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| I’ve been left with a dial tone
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| Yes denied on the phone
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| I’m depressed, I’m alone
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| Time to forget writing a poem
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| My mind’s been set, the light has been shown
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| I’ll confess on the microphone
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| Now in the past year, I’ve done some of the worst things imaginable
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| Not including making songs that hopefully bring capital
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| I’ve resided in places that are practically inhabitable
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| And I know none of this really matters to you but I shall continue
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| In recent months
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| I don’t think I’ve been decent once
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| My view of this world has been skewed, I see all priests as punks
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| Respect for women?
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| All bitches, freaks and stunts
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| My mental is temporal cause my physical has increased with lumps
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| That could be cancerous
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| But I try to convince myself there’s no chance of this
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| Since all I’ve been doing is paying attention to physical health
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| The medicine on my shelf goes untouched
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| Don’t wanna admit, I need help
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| Even though I know I need help, but I can’t help it
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| I’ve accepted a hard truth
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| Given by ma dukes
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| See as a kid
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| I always peeled off fresh scabs that left me with a scared youth
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| You can check my blemishes and tarnished background if you want proof |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle Confession , by - Sage Francis. Song from the album Sick of Waging War, in the genre Альтернатива