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I'll be writing till I'm dead or maybe till I'm alive
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All the emptiness I've bled has only helped me survive
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Something melted inside when the tones hit my pulse
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And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes
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No one that I know is any longer good at actin'
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Like they comprehend the motive uncoated to feed the corroded passion
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Actually needs to stay eye level with the rest
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That's the least I deserve for the love that I've shed
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I've trudged through the sediment in search of the rhythm
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Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss
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Paid dues and made music my religion
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Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist
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I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise
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The ship made before it sank and was finally destroyed
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I flaunt the grin of a man made for disguising a boy
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Who tried to avoid showing the cry in his voice
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But there's something special about the notes that he hears
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Those scales are redemption, unraveling repressed memories
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And when he breathes, a new energy enters and consumes him
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To heal his wounds and unseal his doom
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If only I could make you understand
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But words are just words so I can't
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The universe's deepest art form keeps my heart warm with influence
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I tell ya
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Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music
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To be an angel, you gotta earn your wings
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To control your own, you gotta burn your strings
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To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king
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But to live forever, all you gotta do is learn to sing
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I get a pleasure that's inevitably immeasurable
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And I won't let it be rejected by no man
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Why does it have to be so damn difficult
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To live in the frame of a game that will slit your throat?
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But I've dug in the mud in search of the drum
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Dove soul first to bathe nude in its abyss
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Stayed true to the music, now my favorite thing to do is
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Close my eyes and forget that I even exist
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I hold this fistful of degenerate ideas
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For every genius that was murdered in the name of Jesus
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Still deaf to the bells that claimed to free us
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But I pay homage to my melody 'cause she's the sweetest
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The core of our spirit is naked
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The form of its lyrics are sacred
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Blanketed by the original sound of the inner vibrations
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I'm floating on the soft clouds of positive creation
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See, I can look at a painting and admire the colors
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Or appreciate any type of art that I discover
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But what I dig's invisible
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It's my teacher and I'm its student
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I tell ya
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Ain't nothing quite as beautiful as Music
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