Let's begin
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With the past in front
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And all the things
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You really don't care about now
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It'd be exactly where I'm at
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And to think
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You got a grip
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Look at yourself
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Your lips are like two flaps of fat
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They go front and back and flappity flap
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I'm all staged
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It's all an act
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I'm really scared that I may fall back on the abstract
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It'd be exactly where I'm at
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If you're to be
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The roaming eye
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Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees
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The harsh realities
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Exactly Where I'm At
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| Ween |
