| 1−2 what are you gonna do
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| Can’t just squander aimlessly
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| No rest, probably in your best
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| Interest to search underneath
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| The 40 foot high waves and all that tend to rock the boat
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| The serpentine plate backed beasts will shake you clean
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| Or so they told you
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| Building up your database of everyone who ever wronged you
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| The hep cats who didn’t watch your set to the chick who sold you percodan off
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| of 29
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| With the face tat of birds flyin', hadn’t seemed to heal quite right and
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| You can drop them
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| They forgot
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| They could be dead or southern baptist; |
| flat earthers, fraught
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| Won’tcha
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| Fold in on your alibis now
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| Move in, apply pressure, and let ‘em bleed out
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| On down the road you’ll have to lighten your load
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| Or chimney rock will be the last stop that you ever call home
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| Brass tacks:
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| Where do you go to relax
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| To free your conscience of quandaries
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| A brand new studio is right on your street where you can
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| Sign up to sit comfortably
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| And the room files in; |
| sun salute the doyenne
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| Couple candles lit, lids closed but
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| I’m peeking, i’m peeking, god only knows that i’m peeking and
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| I’m taking mental note of the folks without a heavy set a guilt & dread
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| As we bend our legs in front of our heads, try to read their palms,
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| try to read their minds
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| From a distance. |
| it’s easy if you know what you’re trying to find
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| Look to buy higher power or guidance
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| Get in quick and toss the bags out from under the eyes
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| Alright
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| Fold in on your bottom half now
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| Breathe in. when you do, don’t forget to breathe out
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| Watch the tone as you hang up your foam roll
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| Fake it till you make it so they leave you alone
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| Oh, i just don’t know
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| Where do all these people go
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| The stepford vibes are bubbling up so slow
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| Suspicious as it sounds
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| They were lost but now are found
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| In a church of inner peace
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| With a monthly and annual fee
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| You’re being unfair
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| Got your mind made up and you lead
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| You get off on a rebuttal prepared
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| No matter to you: the only audience listening
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| Lean in, buddy, what are you scared of?
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| Your minivan’s
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| Custom tint on the side
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| Why’d you pay more for that if you truly got nothing to hide
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| Your family; |
| friends, they’ll keep you in the clear
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| Fact is you’ve no idea earthly idea who you’re dealing with here |