(Sage Francis)
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It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
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Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable
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I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board
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Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep
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Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space
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I keep putting expression-less upon my face
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An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin
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My fall from grace, will do me in too late
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(I'm out of seasoning)
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No spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
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It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized
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I change my mind more often than my undergarments
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Abide abortion and other nonsense
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I'm an orphan who comes from Providence
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I am a sign from God! For the parentally misguided
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(And I know...)
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State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
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If I don't know where I come from
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How do I know where to go?
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It's not where you're from, not where you're at
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It's where your going... and I am going home
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(And I know...)
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State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
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If I don't know where I come from
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How do I know where to go?
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It's not where you're from, not where you're at
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It's where your going... and I am going home...
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...to where? The land of the lost souls
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Feeling the loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes
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How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton?
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Framed, they're starting to look the same
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Starting to say his name, and claim privileges
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As if they found HIM!
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The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship
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Rings of fire are connected at the elbow
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Cause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let go
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The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive
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It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober
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Life experiences to hum to
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These kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through
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With reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go down
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The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now
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If its fight or flight, they'll just choose to throw down
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Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town
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I move with no sound... I used to think I was invisible
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Til they stopped me mid-stride and said
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"I think I seen a picture of you..."
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Picture that, I said "Nah I just got one of them faces
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Placed next to an expiration date that changes.
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I kind of look familiar, my name is on the tip of your tongue
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The lost look on my face makes you play dumb.
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Say something colloquial
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I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at
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but you ain't hearin' that.
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They shout "freeze!" I'm a tourist trapped by townies
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Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties
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Before I bounce, I hear them shout
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"Someone help us out, PLEASE!"
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We're all alone in the foster home
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Killin' ourselves with the house keys...
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Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man
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And it's a smelly mess once the shit hits the fan
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Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand
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Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they aint got no girl
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But who do they think I am?
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Think again, I'm not that quick to plan ahead of time
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I'm two steps behind their schedule, they pretend to have read my mind
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I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand
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Cause, they're random scars caused from slap boxin' with landlords
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I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts
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Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up
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Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound
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Being an orphan sucks, but I'm through with sneaking around
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I see my frown posted up on street lights
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And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like
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I never grow old, from what they show it seems like
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I never go home, and that doesn't seem right
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Cause they won't let me grow...
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And this is where some go
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to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways
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Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved
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I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay
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