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I'ma 'Splain To Ya
04:40
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Everybody’s going somewhere,
I’m left behind.
They tell me I’ll be lost forever,
But I don’t mind.
As I walk through these empty backstreets,
I like to listen to the sound of my footsteps.
Some might say I’ve lost it,
Well, maybe I did..
No, I’m sure I did,
I’m just doin’ things my own way.
even though, you sent me packing.
You know I promise I’ll be back, mama.
She tells me I’ll be lost forever
Hell, I’m just tryin’ to find myself
I see the birds flyin’ by my window,
I wanna let them in.
Maybe they can tell me,
What it takes to fly away from here
You know, away from here,
and I'm gonna ride on.
what have I lost?
I've lost myself.
I see I’m falling behind,
but I don’t mind.
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The Fixer
05:01
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I’m a fixer of things
that ain’t broke.
I’ll set your house on fire
but you won’t see no smoke.
I’m a teller of words
you can’t use to lie.
A dealer of drugs
that won’t get you high.
Well you talk about other people,
like you’re some, some better man.
But you don’t dare speakin’ some other truth
than the one that ends in Amen.
There’s a killer in the streets,
Shots ring out in the open sky.
And he don’t give about the truth,
and he don’t care about why he dies.
It’s the sound of water
that cleans me.
The gravity of life
that frees me.
It’s the touch of smoke
that floats me.
The sweet taste of fire
that warms me.
I’m far worse than most people,
you’ll ever care to meet.
Don’t try to follow me,
I move to my own beat.
I’m a painter of portraits
you can’t look in the eye.
A knitter of nooses
you can’t hang to die.
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He’s the kind of guy,
who stares you down
while asking why;
only planes fall
from the sky.
Without further notice
But when the trees
begin to fall,
there won’t be any hope at all,
not a single soul left to call.
You’ll be all alone
I can’t tell you,
where I’m going.
I can only,
tell you where I’ve been.
But I can’t stay here,
not with this world left unseen.
Who’s the fool,
working nine to five?
Who’s to blame?
Well, he hasn’t got a name.
Who’s the fool,
working nine to five?
Who’s to blame?
Well, he hasn’t got a name.
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