There is a map in my room on the wall of my room and I¡¯ve got big big plans.
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and I can see them slipping through almost feel them slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands.
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and I move slow, just slow enough to make you uncomfortable.
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you say I hate you you mean it and I love you sounds fake
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its taken me so long to figure that out.
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I used to love the taste I would do anything for it.
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now I would do anything to get the taste out of my mouth.
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and you're so confident but I hear you crying in your sleeping bag.
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but you were broken bad yourself
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you were mad as hell you felt
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if you had done anything with anyone else it would have worked out so well.
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But you are an artist and your mind don¡¯t work the way you want it to.
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one day you¡¯ll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom.
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and you¡¯ll be thinking how did I get here
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where the hell am I
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if the rolls were reversed you could have seen me sneaking up, sneaking up from behind.
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She sees these visions, she feels emotion.
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she says that I cannot go she sees my plane in the ocean.
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and what about your friends don¡¯t you love them enough to stay.
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and I say if I don¡¯t leave now then I will never get away.
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let me be a blue raft on a blue sea I¡¯ll blend right in.
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There is a map in my room on the wall of my room I¡¯ve got big big plans.
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but I can see them falling through almost feel them slipping through the palms of my sweaty hands.
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and I move slowly, just slow enough to make you uncomfortable.
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but you were broken bad yourself
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and you were mad as hell you felt
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if you had done anything with anyone else it would have worked out so well.
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But you are an artist and your mind don¡¯t work the way you want it to.
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one day you¡¯ll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom.
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and you¡¯ll be thinking how did I get here
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where the hell am I
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if the rolls were reversed you could have seen me sneaking up, sneaking up from behind.
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Maps
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| The Front Bottoms |
