[Jonny 5]
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A flicker of a light in an empty home
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Bickering at night and you end up cold
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I wanna let the right brain retain control
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The rhyme inspires most when it's 5 minutes old
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There's a feeling that I get when it's sad and it's grey
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Reminds me of times way back in the day
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They wouldn't call me back
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They didn't wanna play
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I ask my stepmother if it ever goes away
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So I'm sending you a message with text
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That doesn't really say it's an SOS
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Yes so I guess that I press those numbers
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To summon for a presto
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Grow less number
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Looking forwards I spring into summer
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And wonder if you would lay around like lumber
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And supports me like a funder
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Paying attention to my pain and tension
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We all have forces pulling us under
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But somewhere beneath this world torn asunder
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We smell the storm before the thunder
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And bring angles down to earth like sunder
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And when it bursts, the loneliness hurts like hunger
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Why don't you tell 'em about the loneliness?
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[Brer Rabbit]
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Where did my joy go?
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I'm chewin' at its vapors
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Hiding from the light
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With this basement as my base
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The opposite of a smiling face
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I pile on disgraces
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Say amazing grace
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To chase down whatever this taste is
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I' a tweeter with a blown cone
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Wonder where the bass is
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Drawn to you on a path of penciled promises
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Found my feet inside erasers
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Praises to Rafael and St. Rita
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Try to breathe and gasp
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Try to seize and grasp
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And breathe my last
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Don't even ask if you can counsel me
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I'm a lone wold so I wear wolf wear wool
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Like lycanthropy
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Cut connections with irreverence
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I slither in and sever us
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I wanna be the boy who lived
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But never have no trust to give
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I must admit through busted lips
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I've sunken ships and rusted bridges
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Cut slow to the quick
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And lost myself to split decisions
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Multiply by my divisions
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Round down for the placement
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Who's he?
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Just me
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Alone in that basement
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Why don't you tell 'em about the loneliness?
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Loneliness
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| Flobots |
