Now I know it ain't right, but I decided I hadta'
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Us poets paint life, but don't get recognized till afta'
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So I faked my own death just to see what would happen
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As I taje shallow breaths and wait for people's reaction
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It was funny at first, but I had to hold my laughter...wait
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Before long I was on display at an open casket wake
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And I'm the main attraction who draws a crowd. A freak show of sorts
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Good thing my skin is pale enough to pass as a decomposing corpse
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Frozen in my thoughts, laying stiff...playing with
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People's emotions and awaiting a kiss from praying
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lips that I hate but miss.
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She didn't show...although she sent a card with flowers
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How considerate. That little bitch would make me sit in my car for hours
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Heartless powers start to devour my patience...it gets me violent
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I'm ready to fly shit and end everything like "I QUIT!"
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Then again I sit deathly quiet...biting my tongue
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Just excited that some kids...who were invited to come did
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I'm the center of attention...the talk of the town
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It ain't all that profound,
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but on this special day of mine I'm the one the universe revolves around
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It's like a birthday...kind of.
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I also found that it's the worst way to find love.
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White doves battle black crows in one of the back rows
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And everybody my ass knows back home is sporting black clothes
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Looking glum as usual...it's all too familiar
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I put the fun back into funeral. My morbid humor'll kill ya'
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For all that it's worth...the people who I thought were jerks
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Were putting on the water works and it sorta hurts
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My momma stroked my hair with so much care but hardly spoke
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Now my heart is broke, and yeah...I should've let her in on the joke
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But I'm honestly choked up, and I'm stuck holding back my tears
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As I absorb the atmosphere, "I wanna turn back I'm scared!"
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Then a hand touches my shoulder to calm my nerves
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And something odd occurs because I heard my father's words
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So I got disturbed...as he expressed what he's never said
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What bothered me the most is that I remembered...he's dead
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I manifested destiny. The best and worst of worlds has come true
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As I'm buried alive, in the back of my mind echoes his words:
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"I love you."
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Andy Kaufman
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| Sage Francis |
