I sit here shooting blanks
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Out of emptiness
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Ain’t nothing really wanna kill
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Maybe time I guess
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Sit and spin the world and it's flipside
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And I listen backwards for meanings
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'Cause I’m a stickman
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I live with one dimension dead
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Trying not to think too many moves ahead
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I draw from memory
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The stillest kind of life
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Slide after slide
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You know pain's the sharpest knife
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Project what's done for everyone to see
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To me it's just a reversal
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And I'm a stickman
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And frames they go one by one
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If I sped it up
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You'd see I'm on the run
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From some monster off screen
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Killing sons
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Lonely makes me blue
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Envy turns me green
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Hate might paint me red
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If I load my magazine
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But not just now when it's easy to stay clean
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When no one sees where you're bleeding
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And I'm a stickman
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Stickman
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Stickman
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| Elliott Smith |
