[Aesop Rock]
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In January, I fell to the cobblestone
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In April, I cut little paper flowers
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In August, I drank cold tea on my lonesome
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In October, I was introduced to scour
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I love New York Saturdays
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But Mondays last longer
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And since I plan to live a long life
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Maybe I'll surf a thousand Mondays and swallow the burn
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To milk the week for all its got
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To get my shoddy rotten ribs, thick, forgot my ribs
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I got a lil' something called a spirit crisis on my skull
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And it's nothing short of ferocious but I swallowed the dosage
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I got a mantle, and the mantle is a candle
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And on the candle is a flame that burns to symbolize the day Gretel met Hansel
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Then I settle in a stand still
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I live forever reaching for the sun
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Hoping some lucky day I'll clutch and get a hand full
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Rope ladder, I'm a swinging anvil
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And I wanna turn skullies and tummies with pretty lullabye, bye
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The way my gypsy dances makes a monster retreat to fetal
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I never felt so damn young
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But you don't look a day over zero
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And you don't look a day in its eyes 'cause it'll make you realize
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The night is near so
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In a cold dream, I clean around the edges
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I tidy up the tabletop, and lectured all the pledges
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I never really knew the true definition of precious
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Till my angel with the beautiful red locks gave me the message
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I'm a fully animated life tree
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See the root of the mute but it was dug up, bug up on a song
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Of I'm a fully animated life tree
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With branches for the heavens to admire naturally
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Chorus [Woman speaking]
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Dream, war, love, honor, crime, innocence, tragedy, sunshine
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Friendship, death, passion, heroism, God, suffering, joy, fate
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Destiny, treasure, stars, skull, hunger, murder, silence, mayhem
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Health, pain, space, breath, sound, guilt, pride, time
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[Aesop Rock]
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We all know what a halo is
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But we all don't know the horrors if your halo tips
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I be the matador making your pretty little heels click
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I be the Sword in the Stone of the contemporary eclipse
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I'm incredibly exhausted
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You can't imagine, got my warm spirit stuck in my teeth, I'm obsolete
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Freedom freedom freedom fighter brigading
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For the sake of better demeanor and such to bust fuckin' fantastic
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Every little steps she take breaks the chambers
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In the chest, enveloped in the abominable trouble
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Subtle for a cruel second, loud for an hour
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Screamin' to the beats to leave until my whole weekend turns sour
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I ain't been around the world but I been around the block
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I ain't seen everything but I seen enough to talk
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I ain't a prophet, I ain't the Second Coming of Christ
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I'm just a mason with a will to build and a little advice
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I wanna weave a web, I bought a set of knitting needles
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Fiddling with a theme dream silent
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Paddle in the hole to the bottom to where the portraits astonish
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You won't regret a single solitary step, I promise
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Look, in a situation where a dragon guards the gate
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I make a true spur of the moment grown decision
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Which in turn allows me to be something normal
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With the prefix of the 'ab'
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And I can kill every monster if I gotta, that's that
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Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it
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Be the little guinea pig, dig?
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I'm tryin' to make an exit with no ripples in the water
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No splash, let the poison slide down down the hatch
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It's like that
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Chorus 2x
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No Splash
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| Aesop Rock |
