| I caught a sermon on the mount of fairy hill
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| In a Mercury or a Lincoln, I can’t see it
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| I was heaving on a handful of bitter pills
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| The rolling stone has landed, mankind’s achievement
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| And I told a joke to a bum on School Street in the winter
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| He quoted Shakespeare and pulled from his drank:
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| «Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?»
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| And then he ran off to go turn his crank
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| How fucked up have you got to be
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?
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| How fucked up have you got to be
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?
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| I played remorse and regret on weak, cheap frets
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| On mountain pawn credit dollar
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| I lost soldiers in there, holy man
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| If you see God tell it I want her
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| And I hid from big hands in a rec of a bathroom
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| Six micros in my nose, so I hear
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| Echoes on space mountain, further carry on the horror
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| Bead lady amphetamine (queer)
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| How fucked up have you got to be
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?
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| How fucked up have you got to be |
| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
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| I made clouds on wooden benches, son
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| In Wilson dead park fashion
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| There are ways and plans all out and for
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| But no one’s put them into action
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| I made clay with sacred art students
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| Played cards with drunk out bitches
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| Woke up dead, I couldn’t feel my legs
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| Am I in trousers, jeans, or britches?
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| How fucked up have you got to be
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?
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| How fucked up have you got to be
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine?
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
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| To live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine |