| Tiny man, chubby man
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| A trembling, scruffy, lazy man
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| Sculpting with my puffy hands
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| An idol to my pride’s demands
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| Tonight, a need to be redeemed
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| I’m in the nude, inhaling ice cream
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| Talking to my dogs
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| See something I can believe in
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| It’s just the jolt that I’m needing
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| Chew at the seam of this fracture
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| It’s just the freedom I’m after
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| One night I’ll fail to remember
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| One night apart from my gender
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| No phallic need for ambition
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| Help me escape from this kitchen
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I’m wasted, I’m wasted, I’m wasted, I’m wasted
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I’m wasted, I’m wasted, I taste it
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| Tiny mind, tiny mind
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| Someone flog my tiny mind
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| Internet has humped me blind
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| «I think I smoked too much this time!»
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| I hear the call of something pure
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| Luring me out of my door
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| So I’m headed out now
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| Into the throb of no-culture
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| Into the wreckage of altars
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| An altered state, and an ending
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| No petty, putrid pretending
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| Let’s band together and belt it
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| Out to the marrow, they melted
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| You’ve got a finger, now use it
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| No need for ambivalent music
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| And she said
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| «You rode my tongue like a tab of poison
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| I’m gonna wake with an anvil brain
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| And if you want, stumble home with me, boy
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| I’ll be the Ripley to your John McClane, oh God
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| Amnesia is a revelation
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| I chew the root and the White House burns
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| And as my eyes tumble back in my head
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| My fate erupts, and my insides churn you out» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song John McClane (feat. Chris Conley and Matt Pryor) , by - Say Anything. Song from the album Hebrews, in the genre Иностранный рок