| Look at me I’m falling off of a cliff now
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| I can still hear my mama yelling «No! |
| No! |
| No!»
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| But the words mean nothing, can’t catch up to me now
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| The view is so beautiful all the way down
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| When I was a little boy sucking juice from a bottle
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| Believing my perceptions were oh so real
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| But I didn’t know nothing, still knowing nothing
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| Was just enough for me to know the way I feel
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| This is life
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| What a fucked-up thing we do
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| What a nightmare come true
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| Or a playground if we choose
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| And I choose
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| Look at me I’m swollen like a banana fish now
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| I’m never going to make it, make it out of my hole
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| But I keep on laughing, doesn’t really matter
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| There’s dozens of reasons for explaining my soul
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| When I was a teenager sucking booze with the Vatos
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| Discussing who was gonna live to be 21
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| They said they wouldn’t make it, they didn’t make it
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| We’re all naked when the day is said and done
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| This is life
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| What a fucked-up thing we do
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| What a nightmare come true
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| Or a playground if we choose
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| And I choose
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| Don’t know who made this all come true
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| Now while you’re here, just gotta do
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| What you gotta do
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| One, two, three, four!
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| Ooh whoa-oh whoa-oh whoa-oh
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| Now if I wasn’t such a weenie, do you think you’d still love me?
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| Pretending I’m an airplane on the living room floor
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| Like a lovely generator, you stand right by me
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| And if words were wisdom, I’d be talking even more
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| So I keep on falling as I’m looking back above me
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| Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot
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| Now I’m, I’m like DeNiro, I’m Amarillo
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| And I’ll never know when I hit the ground
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| This is life
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| What a fucked-up thing we do
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| What a nightmare come true
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| Or a playground if we choose
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| And I choose
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| Yeah, choose
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| And I choose… |