You crawl up my vine and my soul's unwound
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Clouds are miles down as the song unwinds
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I'm conducting nothing anything at all
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No I know I know
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If I lose the floor I don't want no twist
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Want to bite through this 'til I can hear no more
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All the talkin' dissin' doggin'
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Now I know I know I know
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Not like two and two
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Never seems to add up like I want it to
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Not like two and two
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Why can't I get this off lazy spent and spun
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Off my chest for once 'cause I'm feeling lost
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It's a waste of ink and paper
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Laboring over anecdotes
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In the center ring welter-weight tongue-tied
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He was petrified before the song was sang
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He fell back against the rope and
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Dared to do the rope-a-dope
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Not like two and two
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Never seems to add up like I want it to
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Not like two and two
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It goes on and on on and on
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I'm tired of saying I don't get it anymore I don't care
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To hear you tell it tell me I can't tell you anything
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Ah
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[Scraps of phrases - Spoken]
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Why the face the frown now and why so blue
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Not like two and two when you're feeling down
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It's a thing we both know so so
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Can't we just explain away
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Not like two and two
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Never seems to add up like I want it to
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Not like two and two
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And on and on on and on
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On and on on and on
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On it goes on and on
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It goes on and on
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It goes on and on
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Well it goes on and on
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Goes on and on
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Goes goes
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It goes it goes
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It goes on
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Goes on and on
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TWO & TWO
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
