| When the morning comes and when the mourning’s done
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| Will the morning birds sound like mourning doves
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| Does It turn to dust? |
| Must I learn to trust?
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| If the brush is lovely enough, ya must
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| Sweep me up, sweep me up, sweep me up like dust
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| Treat me like a man not a mountain of crumbs
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| Don’t need to stick around just to broom back to bust
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| Strong enough to sit calm to become the one I love
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| Feel like Jacob when they see me in my shoes
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| See me in the news, nothing’s new, how are you
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| Feel like I might catch fear for the ladder Jacob feels the feels
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| And wrestles angel, power, or god, or
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| Father figure figure figure figure figured it out
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| No doubt I’m out of bounds, how bout that
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| How bout that I’m in the clouds, I’m forever napping
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| Heaven’s a place, nothing ever happens
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| Envy shows his face and runs away laughing
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| Put laugh track in place of all my rapping
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| Can only find placements for my tracks at GAP kids
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| They clicked the link by accident
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| Here’s the password to my MacBook
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| If I pass away, pass out my artwork
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| I don’t want to end up like Arthur
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| Damn, but I might (I might)
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| Please roll down my window just a little
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| I just need some air, I swear, February so cold
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| Demons in the shadows watching from the stop lights
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| Run right through those stop signs
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| Fuck that doubt in your mind
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| I’m really glad to see ya
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| Red door, 4 seater (yeah)
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| Bumpin' Fugees in your speakers
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| Surround sound like a theater (yeah)
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| I’m in love with your features
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| Plus my momma wanna meet ya
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| I’m fiending for your love
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| You’re my plug, you’re my dealer
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| (What?) |