| Yes y’all, we’re moving at the speed of life,
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| Illuminate the path that we’re moving on,
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| Cumulate, now lets jet our mouths, where we make the people bounce where the
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| music gets around,
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| That’s me, ridin' in the back of a taxi,
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| Gotta go home where I can’t sleep,
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| Kill the telephone and be alone wit two much pants but it had to be,
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| Psychos, car in the middle of a typo,
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| Act like you didn’t know life goes,
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| The world fair, ain’t no fair when you’re working at the side show,
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| Well, you find a little piece of, hell,
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| I hope there’s a mirror in your, cell,
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| To break everyday you wake up to you and take a look at yourself now,
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| Calm down,
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| Just another tear from the sad clown,
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| Take another year put it on the ground,
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| Spread it all around little gas and a match and it’s all goin' to past like
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| Make the people to move the moment you can,
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| Move through the movement the moment use it,
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| Listen with your mind, but just don’t lose it,
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| Find the time for fusin',
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| To the life, you’re choosing,
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| You make songs; |
| they move it to your dead bone,
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| On the right, I fight through the money like,
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| Out of sight of this child of the wild moon,
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| Gettin' tumors, wild tunes, laughing at your cartoons.
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| On a bar stool tryin to stay same and maintain,
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| This thorough blood, drinking wolf’s vein,
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| Fuck what you say,
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| You’re trying to make a fake connection like a taupe.
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| My thoughts 'come mildly affected,
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| By you and the light you projected,
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| No choice but to clash with a battle,
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| You had me here to cast a shadow,
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| One seed would grow your belief,
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| But if we agreed,
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| No one would bleed,
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| Can’t lose the need to struggle,
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| Just another piece of the puzzle,
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| FUCK YOU
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| Must do, what I think is best for who?
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| Throw your hands in the 'air' tryin to catch the truth
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| Set the preferences on burn,
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| 'Cause it’s your world but your world don’t turn.
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| Make it hot, tryin to make it out,
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| Sittin' in the same spot, same vacant house,
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| Get get get proud, get loud,
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| and you still don’t know what ima talkin about now.
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| You leave, you try,
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| You laugh, you cry,
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| You dig, you lie,
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| You live, you die,
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| You will, you won’t,
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| You feel, you don’t,
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| You heal, and you crack,
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| and I promise still I got your back.
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| You leave, you try,
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| You laugh, you cry,
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| You dig, and you lie,
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| You live, and you die,
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| You will, and you won’t,
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| You feel, and you don’t,
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| You heal, and you crack,
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| and I promise still I got your back.
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| You leave, you try,
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| You laugh, and you cry,
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| You dig, and you lie,
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| You live, and you die,
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| You will, and you won’t,
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| You feel, and you don’t,
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| You heal, and you crack,
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| and I promise still I got your back. |
| (Uh-hu)
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| You leave, and you try,
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| And you laugh, and you cry,
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| And you dig, and you lie,
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| And you live, and you die,
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| You will, and you won’t,
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| You feel, and you don’t,
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| You heal, and you crack,
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| and I promise still I got your back like that. |