It took me a while to relize we were on the same page
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I was getting tired of reading it aloud in different ways
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I aint the only person thats traveled through this maze
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Not really sure whether it was me or them that was craaaaazy
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Digging a hole in every single system, lit the candle to envision
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whats lost in this position, crossing out superstition
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sitting in a time macheine. A bleeding mind dreams
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of beating my esteem to give the crime scene shining bling.
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Im no longer a boy scout... cause punching myself in the face
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wont neccasarily get the voice out!
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Thats something no one ever took the time to point out
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but I had to learn to whisper before I could enjoy shouting
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periodically I feel like I've wasted my breath
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and all I've got to show for is paper stained ink
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but I aint really trippin a the end of the day...
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cause life is experiance and this is how eye won the write two think!
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How Eye One The Write Too Think
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