| I keep running down the same road
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| And the people keep on coming down to my show
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| All the kings membranes and the burned bridges
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| Couldn’t but he wouldn’t put it back together again
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| I keep falling down the same stairs
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| To a city with a nitty gritty plan
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| To brain wash my ears
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| I’m free falling through the slide show
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| Free falling true and slow
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| Free falling won’t stop me no more
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| Cause I’m a bootleg rascal
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| Yeah, oh, eeh oh
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| Running around again
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| Ooh, ooh, uh uh oh, oh
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| They keep coming straight an arrow
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| And I know that she would love it to watch me explode
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| I’m not clinically insane, but I am tormented
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| Couldn’t but he wouldn’t put it back together again
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| We keep floating round the same ideas
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| And I won’t be getting started
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| To find out what wasn’t here
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| People keep on creeping in, to my soul
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| The melodies creeping in does it all
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| When am I gonna leave my mind open
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| To see the dream that keeps the world hoping
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| A fly word to them souls with magic
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| Kicking in the kingdom of the night and long white cloud
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| My face is voiceless, I keep my choices
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| These parrot noises, I face these voices
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| These parrot noises, I face these voices
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| I keep my choices, these parrot noises
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| I face these voices, I keep my choices
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| Cause I’m a bootleg rascal
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| Cause I’m a bootleg rascal (running around again)
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| Cause I’m a bootleg rascal |