I just sit there, and let the thoughts flood
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And I remind myself: Ħ°it's all right, it's all good, it's all loveĦħ
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It's not though. Cuz there's a kink in the armor
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A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, while I think of the drama
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So I stand up, I start to pace in my living room
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Set my eye to the highway, knowin' that I'll play chicken soon
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There's a vanity plate, wit my name on it
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There's a Davy Crocket hat with a Masonic fat cat under it
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A musket rifle spittin' at my feet
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They want me to dance in the middle of the street
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And I respect my elders, so I do as I'm told
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But I offset the bell curve when I do it with soul. Losin' control.
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Guilty feet do have rhythm
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They just dance to the wrong theme music to amuse the villain.
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Instead of killin', I spare the raccoon
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And start fillin' sand bags as I stare at the moon and let the thoughts flood.
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Blessed are those who are damned
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When the levee broke, how many choked on the steps of a slow dance?
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A staircase to a hug with no hands
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Accountability hung out to dry on the line of command
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We let the thoughts flood
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We remind ourselves it's all right, it's all good, it's all loveĦħ
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It's not though. Cuz there's a kink in the armor
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A pot hole I'm sinkin' in, sharing a drink with my father
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It's a family affair, the vanity we share
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The water line is rising and all we do is stand there.
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Waterline
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| Sage Francis |
