What's it like to be a marble?
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Did I get something in your eye?
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She's a referee, and I'm lethally
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Overdosed on pumpkin pie
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Yes the future is mount delicious son
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But the leaf changes forms continuum
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My destiny is calling me, it says
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Jon Mess you should own a gun
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Feel the room filling up with smoke,
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Billowing, billowing up, holding on for the worst, rise above.
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Can I get a piece of that?
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Uniquely post relapse
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The quota and balancing act
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Can I get a piece of that?
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Come down, A war in my veins,
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The rain starts to pour,
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the whispers start to drill,
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The pain of second place.
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What's it like to be an atheist?
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Are you okay with suicide?
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Well it's baffling that my ears can bleed
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When I see your domestic thighs
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Yes the future is kush and bubblegum
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But I prefer wood to linoleum
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My destiny is calling me, it says
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You'll be fine if you take some Tums
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I'm letting out, well I feel that I've dropped it all,
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I'm letting out, well I feel that I've rushed it,
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Come down, ... in my veins,
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..., the whispers start to drill,
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The pain of second place.
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[Background:]
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I'm angry, believe it, I need this just as much as you
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Its complicated
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Pounce Bounce
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Dance Gavin Dance |