Well I been thinking the paint off these walls
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Watching every single aspiration this fall
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Why can't it be like it is in my dreams
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Where I fly through the sky but ain't got no wings
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I'm like a sweating stack of dynamite, it's true
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You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you
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Now hear me
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I've been hearing the voices of the grave
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Now every single one made me their slave
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Pushing their music down into my veins
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All that powder and all that pain
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I'm like a sweating stack of dynamite, it's true
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You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you
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I know that it's coming, but I ain't worried none
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'Cause we got enough here to go around
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And every single person's gonna get them some
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[x2]
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I been watching the angels fly
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Up inside that deep blue sky
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They been whispering secrets down into my ears
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Everything that I need to hear
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Say, I'm a sweating stack of dynamite, it's true
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You can straight feel the blast when we brush against you
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Now I'm parking it side by side
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Seems like demons don't give me no place to hide
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Doesn't matter where I go, near or far
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He always knows just where you are
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I'm like a sweating stack of dynamite, it's true
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It's like I'm gonna kill myself, but I'd rather kill you
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I know that it's coming, and I ain't worried none
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'Cause we got enough here to go around
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And every single person's gonna get them some
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[x3]
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Now I'm just driving on the same old wings
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Man, it seems they're the same old things
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It don't matter how far that I try to go
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Whether fast or whether slow
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I'm like a sweating stack of dynamite, it's true
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I'm gonna kill myself, but I'd rather kill you
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Now hear me
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I been walking the same old lines
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Trying so hard to stay on the outside
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But it seems it don't matter how hard I try
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I always end up back up on the inside
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Now you sing and now you don't
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And now I will and now I won't
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I'll wait right here and you will see
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Dynamite
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The Devil Makes Three |