Ten Minutes on a quarter pipe
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with nothing there but blood and me
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Air skater if you call me a loser
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i'm afraid i will agree
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Air skater if you lose the shades
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then maybe god will let you be
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Air skater he can jump a house
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but he would never talk to me
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Hard core behind a wall of dreads
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the swooning women wish him luck
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Air skater he won't teach them much
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but he will show them how to fuck
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Now i hope that you'll tell me what i ought to say,
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So that i'll be half as cool one day,
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And i'll get down on my knees and pray,
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That you won't have to see the world my way
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Lose the Shades
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Flashlight Brown |