Can't afford to lose my head.
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Can't afford to lose my cool.
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You'll blow them all in king dumbcum.
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Can't afford to lose my tease,
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I just aim to please.
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Feel like a no-tell motel painting,
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Out of place or ignored.
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It's all medals and trophy's, trophy's and medal
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And all before the race has been run.
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Oh,
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Take off your mask,
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Is
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It too much to ask??
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Go on
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Und give it a try
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Or kiss
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Your ass goodbye
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Autobiographical anonymous.
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A cotillion of friction on my jurisdiction.
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It's a lovely disguise with the wandering eyes.
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I get high,
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Now you've got something to look up to.
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Trouble's a mangy stray dog,
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Play with it once, then it follows you home.
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It's all "have nots,
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Have nones,
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Hey can I have some's?"
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Until I've had enough
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Yet I've had none.
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Oh,
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Take off your mask,
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Lose
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It into the trash...
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Go on
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Und give it a try
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Or kiss
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Your ass goodbye.
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Suddenly it gets easy.
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The sun goes down.
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The long arm of important things
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Disappears in her gown.
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You finally drop
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The knife,
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Forget you ever h....
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It's such a good
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Night,
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Ain't forever.
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It feels so good to give up, give in...
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Her arms.
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I know it hurts.
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It hurts to be young.
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Metamorphosis is pain, I know.
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I said it hurts to be young.
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Gotta learn every goddamn thing.
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You gotta hack your way through,
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And realize...it's almost entirely lies.
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But then you'll begin to smile.
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Smile for me, real.
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Wide.
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Then you accept what you are.
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The transforming is done.
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You've become...absorbed into, and you know.
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I think I know what to do.
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Warsaw Or The First Breath You Take After You Give Up
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Them Crooked Vultures |