[slug.]
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you act smart, while i act dumb
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but i know some that still lay under my thumb
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see, we've got issues
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we swing our fists for whatever
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trying to keep the tempo down to the gristle
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they like the small talk, as long as it's about you
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they walk that walk, without knowing how to
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i watch it all, and pretend that i'm above it
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but the truth is, i see her i need it i love it
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[sage francis.]
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i'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-lovers
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entangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcome
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sharing the same common problem
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blonde and brunette tightly knit
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and i don't fit in with split ends
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didn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividends
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payed my dues spending time by myself
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she was with her friends
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mingling with single men
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say things like hitting skins to them
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thinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grins
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swimming with filthy fins
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knocking boots, kicking my shins
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shark infested water torture treatment get beat by the timbalands
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feet is shivering walking on cold rage
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roses like unrelationships, too impatient to die of old age
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[slug.]
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yeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?
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well something shook until you thought you had the questions
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for all the time and effort you've invested
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i find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lesson
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still guessin'
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the whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitch
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when there is no love, nothing makes you rich
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so i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitches
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in replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions
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[chorus]
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stop thinking you don't belong here.
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you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
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the music is not gonna' stop
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take your eyes of the chair
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'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
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how many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?
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one, too, many people who share nothing but views
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misery is willing to keep company
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with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes
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[sage francis.]
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so now they swap souls
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they got soul, fuckin' uninspired
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they drive low under the fire of sky dives
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it got old and now they wanna' go higher
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but cops control every single empire with tripods
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[slug.]
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so video, did kill the radio star
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now we're all so cute and drive brand new cars
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we make music so you can lose your minds
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we do the crimes, so you can do the times
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tell me who can get busy like this man
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well the truth is
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damn near anyone can
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so i'ma buy you some implants and a suntan
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let's follow the plan and get some fat off the land
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fuck this little rapper, treat me like a crook
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maybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hook
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you'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to look
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but maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your book
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doing fine thanks for asking
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standing as the last man
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popping bubbles and aspirin
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ready, set, action, remove your dress
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so we can make a mess
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and hit the world with a little bit of stress
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[sage francis.]
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let's head talk these winds until they
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strengthen for getting footwork
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making power moves on ceilings with head spin
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it unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sin
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we created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heaven
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fatty acids added to the asthma medicine
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breathing heavy at the gates make them have to let us in
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like implying we've been trying our hardest
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using everyone elses' honest way of dying as an armrest
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i promise broken over dislocated kneecaps
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and it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidents
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laugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidence
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i live off of hope, and providence
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[slug: communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.]
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[slug.]
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you play the same damn records everyday
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no wonder you believe you'd never get away
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you wear the same pair of jeans you woke up in
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keep the music coming, keep the movements sudden
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i watched you dance every street of this city
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i feel no pity
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you laid the carpet
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you made the target by yourself, little help
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now loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartment
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finish that book that you never even started
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