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We quit early and had happy hour on the floor What the hell are we doing this for It’s hard to wake up every day Feeling so unsure If this is how it’s supposed to be Behind every happy hour there lives a sadness I’m feeling mine the longer I stay at this But every time I try to get away from this madness Something holds me back Like I’m running on a wheel I need a little bit of cash and a ticket to set me free The world is a movie I wanna see I been watching all these actors playing the same scene I know the lines by memory The same old words The same old words File me down like emery Now at the bottom of this paper cup I’m trying not to spill Is a white blank page I’d like to fill With meaning much stronger A proof that’s undistilled But I can’t see tomorrow through today I need a little bit of cash and a ticket to set me free The world is a movie I wanna see I been watching all these actors playing the same scene I know the lines by memory The same old words The same old words File me down like emery Oh the same old words The same old words File me down like emery

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There is a time bomb In the shotgun seat with the dome light on Did you see the world eroding Did you hear the day exploding Into the night you thought had been forgotten But it's still inside the rearview Where you are holding on to everywhere you ever knew So let's lose our minds while the city is sleeping Let's lose count of the troubles we're keeping This is not a wake up call This is when you throw your fate against the wall Everything, everything is starting to make Everything, everything is starting to make sense It won't be long, it won't be long, it won't be long Before we find our way through the door There is a ghost town 100 years worth of falling down Where every room in every house Every word out of every mouth They warn you how to Keep your heartsteady when tomorrow glues itself to The past you thought you outgrew but everything lasts Now I can't stop my feet from shaking Now I can't stop the world from waking Up to find that I lost my mind Somewhere along the way Everything, everything is starting to make Everything, everything is starting to make sense It won't be long, it won't be long, it won't be long Before we find our way through the door

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I remember you Summers under the blue Empty hearts and empty mind empty people left behind Empty heart and empty mind empty people left behind Empty hearts and empty mind empty people left behind Now they’re secret (3x)

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Ya’ll gots to know seems some have forgot now Rearrange ya flow just for climbin the charts now Designer of art and it change everyday Hit the road less traveled and I’m paving the way Funny things they do just to make it today See the future as a dry piece of paper mache’ Saturate with decisions than you can keep it that way Ask dave we both pull strings to get paid Appetite for life and death can’t curve it Needle to finger tip and I bleed to the sheet’s surface Seekin zen blind pen signs of a true wordsmith Close eye lids and the vision is still perfect As long as the earth spins each breath is worth it Courteous Words further minds of young urchins Servicing curbs with a verse and a short chorus On tour with a band one mic and a damn circus See brilliance wit ill floatin adjacent Nit wits still tryin to soak in the basics Vocals bass licks live local amazement Your dj can’t cut dude those are abrasions Crackin concrete one glance opens the pavement Spit face it to cause ocean and lake drift Burn word minutes it’s mobile replacement Dope underground..like coke in the basement G’s Up Hooold on now Gain ground city to state town to town Bound to Move forward like a pawn now Attack sidearmed now to queens locked down and Bless cords It’s the king to Check your mate leavin your rook shook while we hit L’s like knights on chess board I Met a muse STILL you’s ill well chew fiber And get ya shit straight for askin who’s liver It takes an adequate amount of above average wits To catch semantic mind savages..the talented Ravishing malice contacted with natural attitude Lack of gratitude an asshole and I’m glad of it Shrapnel from vocal grenades most’ll get sprayed wit rap skills choke on the bass knowin ya place I’m THAT ILL…just focus on me creatin basement hits for kids defacing wit spray cans bombers poplockers and headspinners Bboys crate diggers and wax flippers It’s elementary men’ll mention me at 70 How ill of emcee I was at a quarter of a century At the present time I present a rhyme Putting pressure on opposition pressing pushing back your mind Presentation equals presence with no Pretext Dramamine needed` at the shows when I flow you see sick

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I had a geometric nightmare, I dreamt geometric ice, I dreamt of geometric rain . . . Japanese . . . That is what I have in mind, I just want to be your dream . . . Japanese . . .