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Whoa oh-, they're tyin' to make her walk on water Whoa oh-, but they're drownin' on lies Whoa oh-, it's quite a ride on the teeter totter Somebody has to be sorely crucified Don't drink the kool-aid at the end of the day Thinkin' "nothin's happenin'" will only lead you astray Stay tuned tommorow for the episode will be surely changed Bein' on the down low now has been rearranged Shock value, they have been usin' to brainwash ya Shock Value, so gaudy it's found at the five and dime shock value, because by now it doesn't even surprise ya You come to expect it all the time Don't expect what you want from all the posterin' fools Babblin' media, using leakin' conversations as tools The caustic social dilemmas, cascadin' through our life Already mountin' fear they are openin'ly giving to our strife Whoa oh-, She's never gonna be walkin' on water Whoa oh-, We'll be exposin' your lies Whoa oh-, no more games is what we're ​after We just be tired and want to get on with our lives
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
Just Over It Already
Whoa oh-, they're tyin' to make her walk on water Whoa oh-, but they're drownin' on lies Whoa oh-, it's quite a ride on the teeter totter Somebody has to be sorely crucified Don't drink the kool-aid at the end of the day Thinkin' "nothin's happenin'" will only lead you astray Stay tuned tommorow for the episode will be surely changed Bein' on the down low now has been rearranged Shock value, they have been usin' to brainwash ya Shock Value, so gaudy it's found at the five and dime shock value, because by now it doesn't even surprise ya You come to expect it all the time Don't expect what you want from all the posterin' fools Babblin' media, using leakin' conversations as tools The caustic social dilemmas, cascadin' through our life Already mountin' fear they are openin'ly giving to our strife Whoa oh-, She's never gonna be walkin' on water Whoa oh-, We'll be exposin' your lies Whoa oh-, no more games is what we're ​after We just be tired and want to get on with our lives
A tune comes to me and can stay for days. Then suddenly the desire and words melt into the tune. I've been able to do this since I was a boy.
Dwarfitelf
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
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