| Verse One:
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| Now I can’t even think back. |
| Self-induced amnesia has made its impact /
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| Mental health produced at leisure was frayed once it was intact /
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| I voluntarily refuse to remenisce /
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| If I could choose any wish… I'd lose my genesis /
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| And prove to my nemesis that I don’t need Memory Lane on my way home /
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| But I got lost and I needed a pay phone /
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| Because I was in an unsafe zone… inside of a place unknown /
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| Where unfamilliar faces roam (…and it’s so strange)… /
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| I’ve got no change… I could’ve sworn that I did when I left /
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| My breath gets heavy with every lie and theft /
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| I looked right and left… then I called people at my home collect /
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| To tell them, «Things changed.» |
| But they just won’t accept /
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| I’m out of range… with no respect. |
| Every time I asked for directions /
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| All I got was dead air, cut lines, and bad connections /
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| People who would help changed their number to unlisted /
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| 411 info left me unassisted. |
| Wickedly twisted… /
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| Incidents. |
| Is it coincidence? |
| I choose to think so /
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| Deep in thought, my eyes blink slow. |
| Pictures appear like slide shows /
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| My mind knows each and every single detail /
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| Total recall is leaving me pale /
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| Sick to my stomach… nautious…forces of nature bring my homing instinct /
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| Its stink… is so distinct… now let me think… a minute /
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| Epiphany: This is the much traveled trail from my past /
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| Now an unbeaten path… unfunny memories are now making me laugh
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| Verse Two:
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| Haaaaaa! |
| The flashbacks of my past acts are numerous /
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| Since out the uterus… Earth encounters ain’t been that humerous /
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| Heheheheh… my laugh lines have been faked for the last time /
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| I’m past my prime. |
| Climaxing again is a task of mine /
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| I’m homeward bound. |
| Break out the map and atlas /
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| I ask gas station attendants… and they just act pissed /
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| I’m black listed… for not staying true to white lies /
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| I fight lies… in darkness… heartless…until the night dies /
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| Then I shed some light on what’s the matter /
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| Reflections in the looking glass self scatter when the hard stares make it
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| shatter /
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| 7 years bad luck? |
| Time’s irrelevant /
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| I’m searching for signs of intelligent minds, but find the element /
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| Which blinds what the hell I think. |
| Now I’m thinking… /
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| «What time is it?» |
| I see the 12:00 blinking /
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| Check the position… of the sun… to see there is none /
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| I figure there’s an eclipse… so I look away to save my wisdom /
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| The solar system left me stranded in a universe /
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| Where I do reverse psychology. |
| Apologies are made through my verse /
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| Ain’t nothing to do but curse when I’m frustrated /
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| Making people disgusted. |
| Plus, I’m mistrusted and hated /
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| That’s an understatement, but who really cares about my failure years? |
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| I’m on an expedition… following my trail of tears /
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| From when I cried, but… it dried up… and vaporized /
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| I played your game, so where’s my consalation prize? |
| I’m taking lies /
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| From faking guys… and gals… who want to be my pals… and peers /
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| At this here pace, it’ll take me a thousand years /
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| To fins my way back… encompassing what they lack /
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| It cost me most of my life, but still I’m thinking about a pay back /
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| Decapitated… I lost my head, and fear is activated /
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| I’m in a fog. |
| My blood, sweat and tears evaporated /
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| I back track to find my lost sense of direction /
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| Stop, look, and listen… before I cross the intersection /
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| There’s much construction. |
| I’m signaled with morse code /
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| To take a detour. |
| Somehow I end up on an off road /
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| I squint my eyes… trying to find some street signs /
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| I can only read strong thoughts. |
| These people have weak minds /
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| Trapped in a desert that to me looks like a sandbox /
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| With damn NARCS… hold up, son… I'm noticing some landmarks /
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| I rack my brain… knowing that I can’t attack in vane /
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| Upon return I promised myself not to act the same /
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| But every so often my selective screen memory… will be my enemy /
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| Metamorphasize and say, «Remember me?» |
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| Getting me petro… wish I could kill the retro /
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| But heck no… to much of my past I just can’t let go /
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| I’m just a stone’s throw away from my home turf… which really is this whole
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| earth /
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| But claims like that have no worth /
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| Epiphany: And then it hits me… the reason why I’m dizzy /
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| Is because I’ve been traveling in circles keeping myself busy
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| (Where is he?)
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| Outro:
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| Deejay Perseus drumming |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Keep Calling, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Sick of Waiting Tables, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп