| Out on the curb again
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| On the curb again
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| I’ve come to learn it’s hard and firm
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| Out on the curb again
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| I’m in my room making cardboard castles
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| With shoestring rope
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| Soup spoon drawbridge
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| Tinfoil moat
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| I’m still dreaming after all these years
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| Because if we don’t build it who will?
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| I do things on a shoestring that you couldn’t do for a cool mil
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| I run with no laces, and when I fall I start
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| To build my Taj Mahal with shit I found at Dollarmart
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| This life’s our greatest project
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| The journey’s all an art
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| But I built my perfect nest, and it’s ‘bout to fall apart
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| Again and again and then I just I make it twice as high
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| And I give my tower teeth, and I watch it bite the sky
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| Because I might just cry if I don’t keep it moving
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| I focus on what I can make and not what just got ruined
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| ‘Cause every stone will crumble down to dust, to dust, to dust
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| And I say love thy neighbor, and I say fuck thy hater
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| There’s nothing I can’t solve with duct tape and construction paper
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| I don’t want a Band-Aid, I’ll only rip it off, I’ll rip it off
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| I know someday I’ll pass, and maybe then rest
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| I’m laying on my back
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| Heaven’s my bench press
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| ‘Cause my imagination is crazy as Glenn Beck
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| A cloud is floating by in the shape of a rent check
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| And when the world ends, that’s what I’ll plan towards
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| Then I’ll trust girlfriends and maybe landlords
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| Cause I been played but I’m looking for more
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| I say, what would I gain if I took it to court
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| ‘Cause if people were perfect then there wouldn’t be war
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| We stay pushing but once we get a foot in the door
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| We get our toes chopped off and a foot of manure
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| I still gotta believe people
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| Are good at the core
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| ‘Cause if we weren’t, what’s at stake?
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| Why would we stay to break what we make
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| And create all these beautiful mistakes
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| When they blow our house down let’s draw on the walls, the walls, the walls |