| That’s alright, that’s okay
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| I can wait, you’re still a fly
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| Eating through
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| Trying to live in the space you live
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| But still, you’re just a kid
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| You shouldn’t read Dostoevsky at your age
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| That and nicotine will make you pale and lean
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| And twist your face like Mr. Grays
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| Religious manifests in paintings that you make
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| Or else your eyes will stay the same
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| Are you that hungry for a change?
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| You’re waking up
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| You’re flying out
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| The door has sprung loose
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| Don’t forget me
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| That’s alright, that’s okay
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| We can just run away
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| And justify our escape with the games that we play
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| And when we get there
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| I will say Hey baby
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| Maybe you would laugh a lot
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| Because that’s not something I usually say
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| But that’s the whole reason
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| Why I got on the tip of my tongue
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| And that’s still okay
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| You’re waking up
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| You’re flying out
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| The door has sprung loose
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| Don’t forget me
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| And then it came and rained on down
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| From the sky and into my head
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| I tried to think but it was too fast
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| So I just said anything that came at last
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| You’re waking up
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| You’re flying out
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| The door has sprung loose
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| Don’t forget me
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| You’re waking up
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| You’re flying out
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| The door has sprung loose
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| Don’t forget me |