| Dragged down a drop of water
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| To my head 'cause I’m feeling nervous
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| This cool acidic temp is feeling right
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| I can get it
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| You can drink a glass of conscious
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| But the eyes won’t scratch the surface
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| In the time it takes to rearrange
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| All of the sighs gone undetermined
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| Stay out of the tropic lame
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| Everything is a misfortune
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| They pissed on the punk rock grave
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| You should shave your head in shame
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| I can’t hear myself
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| X’ed out and it’s always universally accepted
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| Maybe it’s the theater of the mind or it’s not that
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| I think about thinking about it a waste of time
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| You can have deliverance or disappear if you don’t deserve it
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| Stay out of the tropic lame
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| Everything is a misfortune
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| They pissed on the punk rock grave
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| You should shave your head in shame
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| Something in the air
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| Makes it harder to inhale
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| So hard
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| Head is feeling tense
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| And it’s harder to make sense
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| So hard
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| Maybe if I rest
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| I can try to hear myself
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| Got bored of salting all the slimy things you thought of
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| Now you wish the headache was a design not a problem
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| Shamed
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| Shave it
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| Shamed
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| Shave it
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| There’s a new reality in the grime that is on the surface
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| Stay out of the tropic lame
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| Everybody’s a misfortune
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| They pissed on the punk rock grave
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| You should shave your head in shame |