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You're too far to bring me close
Too high to see below
Just hangin' on your dose
I know you never anyone
(But the rolling papers for your grass)
How can you give what you don't have
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit you sweat a drop
I feed your empty brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll find someone like you
'Cause there's a for every shoe
And now I you luck
But I've other to do
I'll 'cause I've been waiting in vain
You're so in love with yourself
If I say my is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
I won't it no, no more
Rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is work
What's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse (ah)
You on aiming for the top
And quit before you a drop
Feed your empty brain
(With hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for shoe
I you luck but I've other things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more...
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
Too high to see below
Just hangin' on your dose
I know you never anyone
(But the rolling papers for your grass)
How can you give what you don't have
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit you sweat a drop
I feed your empty brain
(With your hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll find someone like you
'Cause there's a for every shoe
And now I you luck
But I've other to do
I'll 'cause I've been waiting in vain
You're so in love with yourself
If I say my is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
I won't it no, no more
Rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is work
What's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse (ah)
You on aiming for the top
And quit before you a drop
Feed your empty brain
(With hydroponic pot)
I bet you'll someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for shoe
I you luck but I've other things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more...
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love, so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a metaphor
So I won't it no more
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