BobWe face the path of timeAnd yet I fightAnd yet I fightThis battle all aloneNo one to cry tooNo place to call homeMy gift of self is rapedMy privacy is rakedAnd yet I findAnd yet I findRepeating in my headIf I can’t be my ownI’d feel better deadDon’t PanicBones, sinking like stones,All that we fought for,Homes, places we’ve grown,All of us are done for.We live in a beautiful world,Yeah we do, yeah we do,We live in a beautiful world,Bones, sinking like stones,All that we fought for,And homes, places we’ve gone,All of us are done for.We live in a beautiful world,Yeah we do, yeah we do,We live in a beautiful world.Oh, all that I know,There’s nothing here to run from,And yeah, everybody here’s got somebody to lean on.

I Miss You To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn’t think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can’t explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.(?) I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but already I’m wasting away. I know I’ll see you again whether far or soon.

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But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.Pardon Me A decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me.

But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I’ve had enough of the world and it’s people’s mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me…I’ll never be the same. Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said, “I can relate,” cause’ lately I’ve been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth.

Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D… and thinking so much differently.

So pardon me while I burst into flames. I’ve had enough of the world and it’s people’s mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me..

.I’ll never be the same.What It’s Like We’ve all seen a man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes “Get a job you ****ing slob,” is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes ‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it’s like… Then you really might know what it’s like..

. Then you really might know what it’s like… Then you really might know what it’s like.

.. Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, “Don’t worry about a thing, baby doll I’m the man you’ve been dreaming of.” But 3 months later he say he won’t date her or return her calls And she swear, “God damn, if I find that man I’m cuttin’ off his balls.” And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes ’cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose Chorus I’ve seen a rich man beg I’ve seen a good man sin I’ve seen a tough man cry I’ve seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I’ve seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .

45, talked some shit, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it crumbles that way at least that’s what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news ‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose Then you really might know what it’s like…

Then you really might know what it’s like… Then you really might know what it’s like…to have to lose

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