| Got a letter from a counselor, he said to delete it
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| I did, the dutiful friend, doesn’t mean I didn’t read it
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| There was never a doubt or moth-hole in his 8 year plan
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| Put aside those spinning circles, had a feeling he’d be back again
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| We’re worldly enough in brow creases to know dreams aren’t lucrative
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| And songs won’t change anything without blood and bleach and gears
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| Tap the nib against a legal ruled pad, never tried to force it sir
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| Chew pencap with an acid tab, refusing the forfeiture
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| Cut a whole out of your center the size of a grown person
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| Can’t wish any calendars back, overturn contracts signed in cursive
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| The books never got dusty, because the tomes never sat long
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| If I had a 3rd lung I’d whistle-stop for the folksy vagabond
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| Gumption, brawn, debt, brain, coffee, popped nylon strings
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| 1 finger across a highlighted line in neon-green is what day brings
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| Always replace the votive candles, never neglect to pay utilities
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| As you move to shift tectonic plates with grace please don’t forget we
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| No seppuku on these here marble steps
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| Already running slick with t-cells, plasma, platelets
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| Unheard of- too old for sharp swerve, pivot to fresher choice
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| More than 1 way to swing a gavel or advocate for throats pronounced voiceless
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| Hand-rolled pleasantries in a flophouse, ignoring cops at door
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| Built the Arts District, then got shoved to outskirt quarters
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| Built a sinking ship with chopsticks in a discarded label-peeled bottle
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| Drank breakfast from a cigarette astride finest Berkeley Potholes
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| Pumping flesh in receiving line, everyone taking a turn
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| Thin smiles through the overture, there goes Isaac and his paperwork |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brzowski's Interlude , by - Swordplay. Song from the album Paperwork, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп