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Dance Gavin Dance

Philosopher King Lyrics - Dance Gavin Dance

Dry crossing up the holy five hate 

Your cousin is my hobby free throw 

I'd toss my calling card but I'd hate to make a baby feel slow 

 

Nope, bro, 

 

There's lots of answers to shit 

Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows 

You'll get for what you asked 

Patience is the lane I mate with, case closed 

 

If I fall, will you be there to catch me now? 

Catch me now or... 

If I fall, will you be there to show me how, 

Show me how I've fallen? 

 

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye 

Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy 

Why yo fitness need a witness? 

I too can cook a bunch of little meals 

 

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Friend, make my life 

Friend, make my life 

 

I picked 'em up and clipped their hype 

It was the tamest type the little bitch couldn't listen 

I flipped it up and twisted night 

Into a padded white room, bitch named "Kristen" 

 

I will run laps around you, around you 

Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I'll fly 

Guess they were right 

No way to drag your body and make up the time 

So I'll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I'm leaving you behind 

 

Won't say that you're better 

Won't sell you a better lie 

Won't tell you etcetera 

Won't say that you're doing fine 

 

If your life never turns around 

And if you should die tomorrow or the week after next 

I know that I will be safe and sound 

I won't be there cleaning up all the mess 

 

All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye 

Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy 

Why yo fitness need a witness? 

I too can cook a bunch of little meals 

 

I felt my body craving the oxygen from ancient wasteland aching 

I wanna be the man with the bacon 

Make a light reveal the only stake in fakeness 

Fucked 

 

I will run laps around you, around you 

Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I'll fly 

Guess they were right 

No way to drag your body and make up the time 

So I'll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I'm leaving you behind 

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