| Call out your castaway
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| You’ll wake up to carry in the new day
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| Send 'em out from the castle on high
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| Talk is talk, solely in your mind
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| Claim-stake the final words
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| What goes around is knocking at your front door
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| Straightface, you’re wrapped in
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| High-flown for hire
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| Make believe you breathe out
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| Every one you take
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| The viewpoints slam
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| Mates just look around to know you’re wicked
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| Proclaimed from protected stances
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| Who, wallowing, wear what you’ve fallen into
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| You demonize what you don’t understand
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| Darts surround your heavy, heavy hand
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| Straightface, you’re wrapped in
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| High-flown for hire
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| Make believe you breathe out
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| Every one you take
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| Better keep the bags packed
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| Keep your nose clean
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| Check the shelf life and date
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| Reticent gonna soon realize
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| Showgirls magazines define your minds eye
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| You’re a rough draft you’re old news
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| You’re a grifter with a funny little hat
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| Straightface, you’re wrapped in
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| High-flown for hire
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| Make believe you breathe out
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| Every one you take |