Said it's the coming of man
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And I forget when you went away
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Like a kick to the face
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Not winning the race
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(Lion, I've seen you from afar)
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I've seen her in the car
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Knowing that you deserve such more
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Deserved to know you're free
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Leave, I'm the director
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Agree to the role of the pilot inspector
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Breathe, pilot inspector
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Feed off the role of the radar detector
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Leave, I'm the director
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Agree to the role of the pilot inspector
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Breathe, pilot inspector
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Feed off the role of the radar detector
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Well, then, you said you could do this on your own
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I'm sorry baby, I can't aid you
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(And then you say, hands down, right now, I'll let this go)
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You...
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Well, now it's up to god to save you
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Save you from all of those bruised,
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bruised and battered wounds
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(Wave right with a gun in his hand wave right)
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Can you taste this blood
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Dripping sweeter than...?
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And over your eyes
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And I, and I fall to both knees
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Not to beg for your forgiveness
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But to hate the word
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And you speak
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Take a right off these cliffs
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The ground is staring at your wounded weapons
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Wounded weapons
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(And I can't believe that you're right)
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You can bank the night on this its round
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And glaring at your well
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I get hyphy
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Tell 'em I get hyphy
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And this is where it ends
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Well, then, you said you could do this on your own
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I'm sorry baby, I can't aid you
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(And then you say, hands down, right now, I'll let this go)
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You...
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Well, now it's up to god to save you
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Save you, save you
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Save you, save you
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I can't believe these long words
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Come from many national absurd
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This is a line cut across
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Hope, defeat, the line, the loss
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I can never be this lone wolf
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You can never see me across this earth
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This will be a light that I run from
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You thought you were so strong
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You pleaded to never be wrong
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(Brace yourself, fasten belts)
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Well, now that you go
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(Close the hatch, flip the latch)
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I sit here and wonder
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(They're not dead, speed ahead)
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Times have changed
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It's like we've been trashing silos
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(Well, now that you go)
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In the time bomb aisle
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(I sit here and wonder)
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Maybe they'll dodge the spill
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Oil kills, sure it will
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And I can't breathe the air
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(Hide your daughter 'cause I'm coming over)
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To reach for this light
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(You know I'm not lying about)
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(Trashing silos in the time bomb aisle)
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And you can't breathe the air
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(About trashing silos in the time bomb aisle)
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Not leaving her to reach
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The line, the work, the rope, the love
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And I have seen such worse for you
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It's a no, I'm not coming back
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It's a no, I'm not coming back
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It's a no, I'm not coming back
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And now you see the sky has turned black
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Why do think everyone has turned back?
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It's cause he's gone
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And now you see the sky has turned black
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Why do think everyone has turned back?
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It's cause he's gone
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And now you see the sky has turned black
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Why do think everyone has turned back?
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It's cause he's gone
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The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 2
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Dance Gavin Dance |