Now I could sit here and baffle you
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With shallow babble
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And a bunch of punch lines
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You probably won't get
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Or even use some big words
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That you'd have to look up
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But, I'm not a teacher
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So go ahead and close your book up
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I could tell a fairy tale so convincing
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And keep a straight face from beginning
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To happy ending
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I could waste 32 bars telling you how to live
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Knowing damn well I used mtv cribs for the blueprint
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I could bore you to death with my past relationships
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Or a little ditty bout Jack and Dianne
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Or I could go back to childhood
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Dig up them skeletons
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And spit them at you with a catchy hook
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Look, I could strike a nerve with some four letter words
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That'll make Richard Pryor proud
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Or better yet, I could sing a jingle that'll contort and mingle
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Every single solitary letter in the alphabet
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(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
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But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
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I could sell a blind man new ears
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If I just said hello would you listen to me?
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I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
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But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
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Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
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And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
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Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
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to let me know that you're listening to me?
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Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
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Its hard to find someone to listen to me
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My ears were open when you needed some consoling
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I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
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Every time I say hello)
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I could talk about my duds
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And my thrift store scores
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But that probably wouldn't interest you
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But why should it
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I mean, I've seen a lot of shit in 22 years
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But your feet in my shoes isn't something I recall
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And I've been known to drink 22 beers
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Before a show cuz
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otherwise I probably wouldn't have the balls
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I could make references to books I never read
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For the sake of sounding conscious
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But, that's just obnoxious
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I could take off these bandages and
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Expose these papercuts
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And put them in the air
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with both my middle fingers up
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or talk about myself in third person
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like I'm better than you
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cuz there's nothing else better to do
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I could attack your character from
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Eighty different angles
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Cleverly explaining exactly how wack you are
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But why do that when it's a well known fact
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you buying this cd is potentially feeding me
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(come on)
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(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
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But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
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I could sell a blind man new ears
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If I just said hello would you listen to me?
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I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
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But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
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Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
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And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
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Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
|
to let me know that you're listening to me?
|
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
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Its hard to find someone to listen to me
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My ears were open when you needed some consoling
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I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
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Every time I say hello)
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Hello, is there anybody out there?
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Hello, is there anybody out there?
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Hello, is there anybody out there?
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Hello, is there anybody out there?
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Hello, is there anybody out there?
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Nothing Boy Vs The Echo Factor
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| Gym Class Heroes |
