Both of my eyes are closed, I roll on my clairvoyance
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Thats why we make appointments, there are no disappointments
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And it makes it less awkward when you smile through my avoidance
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Your heart speaks to your mind and rejoices
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But reality had set its path, you are stuck with your choices
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And none of them have to do with me
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I'm empty, you are full of me
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A fool for me, compulsively destructing my cell phone
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Building hand held behind the wheel screamin' and speedin'
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You're crying, I feel like crashing and causing an accident
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I've had it with the angry passionate love
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That was mistaken for lust fabricant
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You forgive me for all of my accidents I've had the last of it
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Pick up speed on Laurel Canyon, chancing to crash the whip, I'm fast in it
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Body's adrenaline rush, and a sentiment touch
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Relevance is much stiff as elephant's tusk
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After hits of that hells angels dust
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Stone rollin' to find myself at the liquor store
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Maybe I can get some help at the liquor store (store?)
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Give me that Jack off the shelf in the liquor store
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Popped the bottle in the parking lot, girl you get to pour
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I'm writing ryhmes these are fighting lines
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Or guidance lines, just abide by mines
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Or divide the times we've shared
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And your a part of time, with the war that you declared
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And we share it together like an eclair
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Cuz I just wanna be fair, and you just wanna be here
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I don't understand it, I'm anger managed
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I fucking panic, you stress me to the point I'm frantic
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Sirens, ambulances, emotional inbalances
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Beautiful ballerina dances as I spin her body like a dreidle
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She asks me if I love her I told her keep it under the table
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Only if I'm able on and off like bad cable
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And this is not a fable, this is somewhere I've been
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A wishing well, me, sin, cinnamon and my pen
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In A Dream
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| Hodgy Beats |
