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Is there anybody out there who knows When even was our last objective reality? I wanna buy them a drink. I wanna pick on their brains. I wanna hear all the things that we once held in common

And I'll probably cry Yes, I'll probably cry And I'll probably rhyme sigh and die a couple more times But you're probably right, I should probably keep it light I could go on all night when there's no one to stop me and I wonder-

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Last week I saw you at the junkie church You told me all the things I need to hear Like I've got a heart of gold and a kind and open soul So we went and bought ourselves a can of beer Steele Reserve I was manic at the clinic; I was feeling like my body disappeared My tongue rolling around in the void inside my mouth It was infinite and brown and kind of weird Infinite

And the waiting room was pissing in my ear The waiting room was pissing in my ear So we went and bought ourselves a can of beer Steel Reserve

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I will be your jacket if you're stuck out in the cold And I'll be your medication when you're sick and tired and old And I'll be your umbrella if that roof just won't hold I'll be your jacket if you're stuck out in the cold

But of course I know that you need some time to grow

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I’ll be your lake if you are my skipping stone I will be your company if you find yourself alone I will be your money if you can’t afford a home I’ll be your lake if you are my skipping stone

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‘Cause if you ain’t got the do-re-mi, boys If you ain’t got the do-re-mi Well then you better go back to beautiful Texas Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee California is a Garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot If you ain’t got the do-re-mi

And we totally ripped off a man named Woody Guthrie And I bought a restaurant for his son named Alice And I fed false information to the audience, And that’s how I learned how to survive

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And I broke my promise on a very sharp rock And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep And that’s how I learned how to survive

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I could go off the deep end I could kill all my best friends I could follow those stylish trends And God knows I could make amends But I’ve got an angry heart Filled with cancers and poppy tarts If this is how you folks make art, It’s fucking depressing

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Rejoice Rejoice, God’s ears are stitches Oh, rejoice, his eyes are big X’s Oh, rejoice, his arms are burning witches Oh, rejoice, his hands perform hexes

Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you And rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds Rejoice because you’re trying your best

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When I’m a dead boy Burn my body Pour a couple of my ashes into concrete Build a bench, 10 feet long, 12 inches tall Leave it somewhere, Central Phoenix Where no security guards will dare try to protect it

Layer of wax on the corner, near a QuikTrip With smooth ground so stepkids can do their kickflips

An ugly wave in a sea of ugly flatness A beautiful wave in a sea of pretty flatness A mania wave in a sea of simple sadness Until they tear me down

When I’m a dead boy When I’m a dead boy

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Hey everything, fuck you! I hate everything you do to me I despise every lie I've come to believe And I hate every evil thing that I see This juxtaposition of good and bad Reminds me of the best and the worst dreams I've had I'm either too happy or fucking sad And I can't keep up with that

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And I can’t handle astounding works of beauty I think I like my “pretty” pretty ugly But the beautiful soul I witnessed in that movie Was an entirely different kind of overwhelming

It was a dog that won’t stop barking Like a cut that never stops bleeding Arizona sunsets in the early evening Or a grown man inconsolably weeping

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And it's harder to be yourself Than it is to be anybody else I wish that I were someone closer to you And I know this won't last forever But god damn it, it feels like forever Since we've been together Till we'll be together again Woo!

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It's harder to be yourself Than it is to be anybody else I wish I were a little less of a coward But the Big Red Bird that lives under the city Doesn't give a damn about me And it dies every night So I bought a knife I am a knife I am a Knife Man

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If you have love in your heart Then who am I to judge you? If you have love in your heart Then no one will rise above you I'm a complicated man I only wish that that were true If you have love in your heart Then no one will rise above you In the New Jack City In the New Jack City

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The flask is an alcoholic's paintbrush The flask is an alcoholic's toothbrush I need to go throw up now I want to be the queen of all the belly rubs now

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I'm gonna fuck the devil in his mouth I just need to listen to my Siccness so I can learn how And then train for a couple of weeks Until I have all the skills I need