Cashing cheques and breaking necks is my art
And I'm a poet my pretention's on the page
I'll cut you up with my words from this stage
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And I'm filling out one liners
On these napkins from cheap diners that read
Happiness is just a smile away
And every word I make up is a solitary statement
To my life but led
A better way
And I'm a chorister I'll sing this choir down
With a heart this full it's hard to wear a frown
An unparalleled waster just wasting your time
With a good graceful but insincere rhyme
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And my hand moves to my side cause I can't stand this busy ride
To the top and back down in a breathless day
I'm an insecure soul in the body of a man
A stranger in the sorriest of lands
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