| Years ago on a caravan, my cover was blown
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| Now I roam confused, 'til my home is in the loam
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| Where the blackhawks hunt
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| Where I lost my gun, in the cavern of rust
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| Never on my knees when I’m on my back
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| Tell you where you could go, if I had the time
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| And since I don’t, I pine the walls
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| Of piled up pills and, bad advice
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| And, outstretched arms can’t catch the sky
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| Especially when, meteors they blacken your eyes
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| And I’ve been down, most of them roads
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| And left the bodies and forgot the codes
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| Nothing is sacred, everything is for sacrament
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| When nothing is left, pull out a camera then shoot yourself
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| Nothing’s gonna peel the paint, nothing’s gonna save your health
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| This song’s about nothing cause nothing’s gonna love you back
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| And nothing’s gonna pay your rent… (this song’s about n-n-n)
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| Nothing’s waitin on you in the end
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| Nothing’s gonna fix your life
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| Nothing’s what you get when you’re hungry
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| They can’t paint me, my skin is a stainless glass
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| They can’t, save up the pennies to pay me back
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| For the teeth I’ve lost, tried to out-at a dragon
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| For the life I’ve lived, tried to outrun the dragon in me
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| Pay attention to your feet while you scuffle the landscape
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| Disturb no flowers, step on no insects
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| Forget your powers, they useless here
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| People use to care, now they worship garbage
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| But these is recycled times we livin in
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| End of simple things, everything is everything now
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| Hold a cross to my head, if I had a God
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| Hold my cards to my deck, if I had a chest
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| Favorite books are waterlogged, my eyes are heavy
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| The lines get weightless
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| Only in space when the world is waking
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| You know you livin a dream by the was that you chase it
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| Nothing’s gonna peel the paint, nothing’s gonna save your health
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| This song’s about nothing cause nothing’s gonna love you back
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| And nothing’s gonna pay the rent.
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| Nothing’s waitin on you in the end
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| Nothing’s gonna fix your life
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| Nothing’s what you get when you’re hungry
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| Cause nothing gon' bring the hunt
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| Ain’t nothin gon' bring the hunt
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| They wanna know how I do it, I wanna know why I do it
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| I got my reasons like I got my demons
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| Although I play the devil he ain’t got nothin on me
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| But a couple of years, a couple of rocks
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| Thought it was a puddle then got lost in a raindrop
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| And I still ain’t hit Earth yet
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| Let me in I’m dry ice, trying to keep warm
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| I’m in a pattern of ghosts and chains and wolves
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| And you don’t wanna see me bawlin, I mean cryin
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| I mean, puttin these thoughts into action
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| We all suffer from a lack of talent, a lack of patience
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| A lack of feedback when you’re howlin in the vacuum
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| They say everyone’s an expert after they go through it
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| You must be a failure if you’re still in it
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| I say everyone’s a failure, after they go through it
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| You’re only a expert while you’re still in it
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| Nothing’s gonna peel the paint, nothing’s gonna save your health
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| This song’s about nothing cause nothing’s gonna love you back
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| And nothing’s gonna pay your rent…
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| Nothing’s waitin on you in the end
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| Nothing’s gonna fix your life
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| Nothing’s what you get when you’re hungry
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| Cause nothing gon' bring the hunt
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| Ain’t nothin gon' bring the hunt |