Still trying to figure out what I find comforting
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And who's gonna take account for all this suffering?
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It's not always gloomy I'm assuming if you sing too,
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It might give me the power to wake up again
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Let's be honest, it's kind of hard to find beauty here
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And a cobweb of a longleg, solace it would appear solid
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Mr. blockhead with a wooden spirit
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Tell the doctor we're all dead and it's looking serious
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I've been at shows where the acted like they couldn't hear it
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So I substituted my saliva for truth serum
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This crooked look is piercing, it could burn a hole through you
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I see through your two-faced ways despite the both of you
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Askin' for a penny in a mechanical city
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Black phantom of the back alleys, poet of the square smokers
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Rappin filthy where the animals with guilty pasts
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Ration out their fat yellow bellies? the share holders
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Damn it's cold here
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Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?
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I need a reason to keep walkin
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Daydreamin of the evil in my walkman
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Say a prayer for the people in the audience
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Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
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And keep walkin
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Vanish through the alleyways (ghosts)
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Past the green room
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And have drink tickets to the point where I can't perceive truth
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If god is in the building then I can't see you
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Even if they put their hands up in the air that won't redeem you
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It's the place where they start fables
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They spend money on jack and coke but are flat broke when they hit the merch table
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Now we hand out for the wolves and the people that are hungry
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And won't sacrifice records to get some cheddar with their lunch meat
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I just pray for that some day, around here we get more rain then we ever get a sun break
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It's never enough to get something and I wish I could say that I was humble enough to be blessed at some king
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But it feels like hip hop's dead, I don't know who killed it
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The poison in the pen or in the heads of who built it
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If I don't know the ledge how can I expect that the children won't jump to their death when they question what real is?
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There is cold here
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Will the people start dancing when the smoke clears?
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I promise that I will leap first
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Just a starving artist surviving off eating my words
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Say a prayer for the people in their coffins
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Say a prayer for the people in the audience
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Keep walkin
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Keep Marchin
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Macklemore |