If there really is a big fluffy Jesus in the clouds let him know right now that I take it all back
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If there really is a muscular, cackling, red devil in the ground, you should tell him save me a shack
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But since I never saw either at my local Walmart shopping yelling at their kids in front of my optics
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I've been operating under the premise that neither existed because I base my beliefs in logic
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But if it's really true would you say when my body is in the ground
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I'll either float on up or drop right down
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Then I'm nervous for the verdict
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As a person I'm imperfect
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Ive been doing dirt lurking in the gutter with the vermin
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I don't deserve to go north when I'm gone glim finished rivers swan shaped bongs
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Some big tittied angels floating over ponds
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Singing songs more soothing than bed, bath, and beyond
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No, I deserve my skin scorched, skies made of skulls
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Sasquatch is made of fire as I fall into a gulch everything black
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I'd give my left nut and my dick for the chance to go back
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You and I both know I can't shut my mouth
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But before you blow my candle out
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Would you please just listen to me here right now?
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Before you blow my candle out
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Cause if I had a second time around, I would turn it all around
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Man thats what they all say, you're done
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No, no, no, no, shut the fuck up and listen for once cause I've been sitting on your shoulder
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As you've grown colder
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All of these years yelling in your ear
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But you wouldn't hear
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You had another plan, too big for little me
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Let me put it in a rap simile
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You'll understand, I gave you a fair shake
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Kind of like a ferris wheel, during a earthquake
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Get it? like you did it when you had it couldn't get it locked down
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No don't bother with a frown
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You were healthy in the mental
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Potential with the pencil
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Could've just filled in the stencil
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But you're tempted by the devil
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Content to just to settle get a bronze medal
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You laid your picnic in the wrong meadow
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Cause now you're trembling and mumbling defending what you've done to him you took the low road, there's a toll booth coming! and guess whose in the booth? man, not I
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It's the one that the burglars are meeting when they die
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And the murders and neighborhood circlers guy
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It's not a piece of cake if you want a piece of the pie
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So I'll have dinner with the winners
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While you simmer with the sinners
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Turn your summers into winters
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What a bummer you can whimper
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You could've been a star just a glimmer
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Now let me blow your candle out and make it dimmer
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[Chorus:]
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Ladies and gentlemen of the congregation we are gathered here today to celebrate the loss of a demon, Peter Sparker
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And may he never live again a scourge on this earth may our children never repeat his mistakes (hallelujah)
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And may he burn eternally
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What do you want me to do? you fucking sorry excuse you dug your own hole lying and dude
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No, no, no, that apology is cute
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But all will be through
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I'll blow your candle like the chances you blew
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Yea, you had some moments in the ratings
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But then you'd always go skulking in the shade again
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You disappointed your family shamed friends
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I got a list heres the order of my list that it's in, it goes your daughter, your mother, your girl, your brother, jeff, cam, matt, your father, sister, and some others
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So while you wither like Bill your little life will be forgotten while you're rotting wikipedia pages
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They will be fading
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While you're waiting
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For a pardon from this run-on sentence unpunctuated arson while you stand there
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Bare your closet full of skeletons dancing like the flames on your hair
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Hey don't be like em all spose you're your own foes make this bed of coals you can go to sleep there
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[Chorus]
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Blow My Candle Out
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| Spose |
