| Now I’m just a part of it
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| That was then and this is the start of it
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| And my mind is the heart of it
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| Pushing airwaves in your face since the eighth grade
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| You should think with your mind a bit
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| To resolve what your brain resists
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| Using words that you frame to depict
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| The truth and lies on the airwaves
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| All I really want from you
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| Is a little bit of truth
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| I calculated every move
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| I love the idea of you
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| It’s the little things you do
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| I’m calculating every move
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| Trying to get to you
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| Now I’m still the ace in this
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| Deck of cards that you can’t resist
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| Play your hand in this game a bit
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| Folding face down on your face flat every day
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| You should walk on the line a bit
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| To forget what your mind insists
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| Using lines that don’t rhyme, instead
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| Find truth that hides on the airwaves
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| All I really want from you
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| Is a little bit of truth
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| I calculated every move
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| I love the idea of you
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| It’s the little things you do
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| I’m calculating every move
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| Trying to get to you
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| Except when it’s not you
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| And I’m seeing straight you
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| The mood is all blueprints in my eyes
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| While I’m staring at the skies
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| I hardly even see we
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| Even though you used to be what could complete me
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| With all of these obscenities
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| I’ve gotta leave the scenery to focus on a new me
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| Talk all this talk about futures and destinies
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| But I know how you’ll be, you’ll never Rest In Peace
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| Another life maybe see you in Hell
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| Prolly another chapter I’ll tear out and burn the key
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| Warm in this cold bloody murder of my feelings
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| I’m not the enemy that you pretend I be
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| Still at my funeral you’ll read my eulogy
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| Not every fairy tale ends without Prince Charming
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| You will lose
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| All I really want from you
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| Is a little bit of truth
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| I calculated every move
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| I love the idea of you
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| It’s the little things you do
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| I’m calculating every move
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| Trying to get to you |