| I was digging through the blacktop
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| I was thinking it was compost
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| Took the train to the last stop
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| End of the sidewalk almost
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| I was running through the oak trees
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| Thinking they were lampposts
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| No map for the backdrop
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| Took a branch made the tattoo hand poked
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| I was where the steel weeps rust
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| I was on a concrete truss
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| Where they’re non too plussed in the non-deluxe
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| Eon two-thou-plus
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| Take your tooth out oou wow too proud you loud
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| Make em blush in the rush of the neon lux
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| We’re beyond love, we’re knuckles up
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| Whipping through the streets
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| Hanging out the windows
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| All in a day
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| My disillusion’s outrun it’s use
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| I cut it loose, look for the fuse
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| I wish the roof of my body knew that
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| Time don’t fear me back
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| I miss the future, I don’t miss my youth
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| I cut it loose and look for the fuse
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| I wish the roof of my body knew that
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| Time don’t fear me back
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| All in a day
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| I was pushing on my eyelids staring at the ground
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| Swearing it was diamonds
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| Broke glass, but taken back with what I found
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| Though I can’t define it
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| The sound when my heel stepped down
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| Feeling surreal piercing the silence
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| Then the blaring of the siren
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| I was taken by the timing
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| Pious versed biased goliath vs. science
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| Chirp who got the highest perch
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| Die for compliance or die for the righteous life
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| Sounds like the worst lie that I have heard
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| Waste of my time on earth
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| My life is defiance I ain’t buying
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| Making my mind so violent, vibrant
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| Yelling I don’t think so
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| With my beats up
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| Hanging out the window |