Had one too many one way conversations
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with the licky licky lord
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'till I grew a scissor tongue
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and c-c-cut the cord
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put the phone on the floor
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detach the wires in my head
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took awhile to accept that that line was dead
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[chorus]
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didn't never wanna not live forever [x3]
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didn't never wanna not not wanna live
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Nah, it didn't matter if the laughter didn't come after the bad joke,
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if i was down with the filthy rich or flat broke,
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accepted by the Aryans or black folk
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cause i was carrying this weight until my back broke,
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wasn't trying to be no hip hop god or raps G.O.A.T.
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shootin to be a rock star like its my last hope
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Eyeballin that pack of smokes DO ME IN!
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graduatin on the crack coke DO ME IN!
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knocked of a paddle boat in the middle of the castle moat
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kings men are yelling GRAB THE ROPE!
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three sheets to the wind three!
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three sheets to the wind!
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i talk like a sailor, my mother is one
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that's why i got this sixth sense of direction and my split tongue
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taught me how to go with the flow when the winds come
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curled up in a ball and tried to hide inside a kick drum.
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while the crew is gettin piss drunk i had to purify my own and drink up
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i had to save and conserve recycle my salty words to keep the meat on my bones all pres-s-s-served.
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[chorus]
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It was a tug of war and we all faught together
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'till we went our own way when the c-c-c-cord was severed
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The stormy weather would begin, we'd all sucumb to this sin
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any bar within reach, Three sheets to the wind
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From a back pedal the backstroke got traded in my life jacket for a mask and cloak
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Three sheets to the wind
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I had to go, watch the sail grab the rope
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See shanty ending on a sad note, three sheets to the wind
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Malnutrition (Pull me in), Bad Religion (Pull me in), Fact or Fiction thats addiction
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Three sheets to the wind
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[chorus]
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Pick it up, put it down
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[chorus]
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Three sheets to the wind
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Three Sheets To The Wind
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| Sage Francis |
