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With my feet on the grass

And my heart beating just a little too fast

I met your other self when we were so mixed up

Now that’s two of you I have to cut

With my hands now untied

I’ve got a million more new words to write

But I met your other self in the lines of a song

He is raw and wild, but he’s awfully strong

And he kicked me off my chair

And he tied feathers in my hair

With my legs stretching out

And my body pressing against the couch

I lift myself up again

With the palms of my hands

Cause it’s mornin' now

And I’m free to dance

And he kicked me off my chair

And he tied feathers in my hair

And I lift myself from the couch

And I light my words, and I spit 'em out

Listen to me, there’s no epic feeling (left)

Don’t you think it’s best, if we just leave it to rest

Like why am I rapping, like do we have no ideas left?

Like look at his «chest,» look at his fucking Weatherbox vest

With his hands flying a «W» like Weezer’s up next

Yeah but you were like being chased all over and inside of your place

By demons with masks on and your mind erased

I tried to save the color and the face, the color of your face

But you still tried to replace me with a different bass player

You thought i was layered, white with black underneath

Coming for you in your sleep, a million years in the future

Cops in your computer

So here you are again, Man Number Two, got the same hands

Just a snap back from that trap, dont give me any of that

It is that bad, it is that bad

No, its not that bad

No, its not that bad

No, its not, no its not that bad

No, its not, no its not that bad

And he kicked me off my chair

And he tied feathers in my hair

With my head in the clouds

And my body always laying against the ground

I lift myself up again

With the palms of my hands

Cause it’s morning now

And I’m free to dance

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