As of this moment I am living two lives
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Up goes the down slope, trying to uphold the bonds
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and bones that hold the upper most throne
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Could I be the king once and future, or then again,
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could I be the clown, the paralyzed mountain climber
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Barely rhyming to survive, sometimes the show live can seem like concrete,
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to retreat from, I pay fifty bucks and then some
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Back and forth, bus trips and bus stops (like Q-Tips without tops)
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forget the co-op, I’m repackaged into box
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In a month I will be restocked and resold for fifty bucks
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and then told to pay my own ransom or lose my traction
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and forget about this jester juggling action and over-exaggeration
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I’m losing new friends for best friends
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and my lonely life for only love
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But it’s been said by past live pound sounds
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“music would watch you drown”
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and stick around to catch the fire of another
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Right now this music is drowning me
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in a sea of “hellos” and “goodbyes” and “beep beeps” that fly by
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Where I am people say “fuck you” and they mean it,
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where I’m from and going to
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the words are “fuck you” meaning “how do you do?”
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Look at me drinking so much ginseng ice tea
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that I’d swear I’ve peed the orient in a sea
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of energy rapidly siphoning me
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If you could swim outside then you’d know what I found
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I’ll be the only one who cares in music I’ll drown
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microphone
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stable bone
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in this shaky
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skeletone
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Am I trading two lives for a million or million lives for two?
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Oh yeah! a boo boo I forgot I am mathematically dyslexic
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This vexing’s hectic hexed and perplexed erect
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Then wreck my own respect detected and then detached ?a sec-
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I need a mic check to forget and infect this
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Outlet is getting worn and torn I tear and tear my hair from head
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instead of red and blue my colors are sinking, sorry
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TAKE SHELTER ‘cause we’re gonna explode (uh uh)
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You know, we might implode
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They’re taking SHELTER and this is their last chance to grow eyes
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Mr. Mickfield & The Skeletones
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| Gruvis Malt |
