| I watched my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard
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| The feline war has raged for years, so I assume it’d be too hard
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| For me to drive my foot between them, I would never risk the scratch
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| Just to prove to one or both of them
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| A cat is just a cat
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| Again I watched my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home
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| He makes fun of the hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone
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| Snug in the cushion of his cackling, he forgets his looming doubts
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| He has relied on this for years, you will not yank the carpet out
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| No, no These are my friends
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| This is who they have been for always
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| These are my day
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| This is how they stay
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| (ok check this out)
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| I watched this dude each night
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| Same table
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| Who creates and crumples up His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup
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| He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat
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| I watch him grazing by himself
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| I will not stop him when he rambles, I’m becoming one myself
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| Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs
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| He sweats this bird he hardly know
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| All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
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| So like some hybrid mother slash lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds
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| And kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon
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| Oh please
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| These are my friends
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| This is who they have been for always
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| These are my days
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| This is how they stay
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| Hey, hey
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| These are my friends, this is who they’ll remain forever
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| This is how we stay
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Ahhhhh, shit
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| I watch my yellow cat, hey hey
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| I watch my yellow cat
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| I watch my yellow cat, hey hey
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| I watch my yellow cat
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| I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street
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| I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat
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| It’s strange; |
| I’m skinny when I’m standing, but I’m Buddha when I sit
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| And if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it?
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| As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay
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| Right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
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| By the faux-finest finds it’s been that way and god damn you, how you stay With
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| every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.
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| These are my friends
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| This is who they have been for always
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| These are my days
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| This is how they stay
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| Hey, hey
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| These are my friends, this is who they’ll remain forever
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| This is how we stay
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| Hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey |