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They cut me from the team for not paying attention
Confusion at 10 years old
Springtime still feels alright
I never cared in hindsight
Laughing at the cars in rush hour traffic
And giving them all fake names
Don’t ever hide your face
Don’t push your love away
Don’t ever hide your face
Don’t push your love away
You took quick trip to an inner Alaska
And slept on the forrest floor
You stayed until screams turned regrets
You know how your mother gets
While you slept the wind still blew
And birds returned
And aspens grew
They wait for you
And call you to
Join them in the future
Don’t ever hide your face
Don’t push your love away
Live on like wildflowers
In pastures lined with chains
With limits you see through
And ceilings unexplained
They’ll lie
And tell you that you should be ashamed
But you’re beautiful
You know it’s true
So start a fire to light your view
Start a fire and burn it to the ground
Don’t ever hide your face
Don’t push your love away
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I bought a lottery ticket on the way home from church
Man I feel lucky as fuck today
Normally I’m living for redemption
But I’m getting tired of trying to be saved
I had a teacher who called it “White Trash Wall Street”
He taught Hemingway to wrestlers with ADD
And got arrested for selling fake time shares
Sometimes this all feels like a dream
Acevedo’s mother she won’t talk to me
I think I’m finally fine with that now
Just as long as she doesn’t hate me
But there’s a ton of good reasons why she should hate me
Tomorrow I’ll be a trillionaire
And none of this will matter much
I bought a lottery ticket on the way home from church
And man I feel lucky as fuck
Oh man
God I feel lucky as fuck
Yes I do
I spend most of my life delivering plastic
For some guy who has a hundred foot boat
I’m gonna burn this truck and buy him out
And make him deliver me dog food
And turn my house into a Margaritavile
And be a real piece of shit
Acevedo can live in a bounce house
And go to bed when he sees fit
And I’ll find a girl to love me
And love her just as much
I bought a lottery ticket on the way home from church
And man I feel lucky as fuck
Oh lord
Man I feel lucky as fuck
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Kyle thinks he lives in a simulation
As a delicious way to work around the expectations
Of a life so sweet it makes him weak
Like a diabetic living in a beehive
Calculating stars and skipping situations
He says “it’s like it’s a cosmic rearrangement of the constellations”
But it looks just like a parking ticket would
Smoking marijuana like a good boy should
Retracing the writing on the wall
And it’s still misunderstood
Smoking marijuana like a good boy should
It’s Fruitvale, Kreuzberg, or Highland Park
Is this another misfire or a shot in the dark?
I mean what does this all really mean?
I mean what does this all really mean, man?
It means the time is 9:30 on a Tuesday night
The world is on fire but you feel alright
You’ve got a studio apartment with a grill out back
You should maybe draw a bath and call your mother back
You should maybe draw a bath and call your mother back
You should probably draw a bath and call your mother back
You should definitely call your mother back
Retracing the writing on the wall
And it’s still misunderstood
All the time you’ve wasted on abbreviations
And it’s still misunderstood
Smoking marijuana like a good boy should
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Rhodedendrians and Daisies
I plant them everywhere
I plant them in your hair
And you step on all the extra seeds with your bare feet
And I don’t hardly care
And I lifted up a monster for a life inside my ears
And he took off both his shoes and he walked around for years
And I’ll promise not to love him if you promise not to care
But then he broke his promise he still walks around and
If you see me in my rags and I seem so sad and poor
And my body is a bag of sand and my hearts upon your floor
And if you see me hop the fence up into the machine yard
Where the goats look like computers and the hens all sound like cars
Just remember that I’ve always loved the quite of the stars
Just remember that I’ve always loved the quite of the stars
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Wand'rin' Star
02:54
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I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Wheels are made for rollin'
Mules are made to pack
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back
I was born under a wandrin' star
Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to
Which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star
Do I know where hell is?
Hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye for ever, it's time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
A wandrin' wandrin' star
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