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MALKOVICH, "LIES" (the Baggage video) | from the GREAT EXPECTATIONS lp

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the weight of the world weighing on my brain
in pain, I've been paying since my first name
what's the saying? life's a bitch, nah, it's what you make it, nah
it is what it is, that's my statement
put the world in a word? I would have to say patience
and we wonder why we call them patients
everything was a game and now all you got's the doc and this clock
I think the metaphor is heaven's door
knock and listen for some /kinda echo back but I heard it's just black
don't tell me that, tell me you saw paradise, clear blue skies
tell me you saw Christ, tell me lies
we got spies but the ones who know for sure switched sides
and reside somewhere out there, and left us all down here
we're living in dead folk's dreams, in between
what they've seen is obscene, and its coming for us too
till then, may your glass always be half full

Its been easy livin and I ain't scared to die. now that's a lie.

never was carefree, G, never me
only social when my cup's full, liquor calms the beast
but it brings another one out, so I live between demons
look close at my face and you can see em like lesions
don't claim no allegiance to no prince or no regents
no religion or no regions, no rhyme or no reasons
that line in the sand's deceiving, it blows out with the seasons
so I change with the wind, we stay in agreeance
been waiting for these winds to ease up
but if I wait any longer I'm gonna freeze up, so ante up, we up
them variables'll bury you, you let em, so forget em
just pay no attention to the tension, not a mention
life's layers, none disappear
each new one push the old ones deeper till death gives you a breather
and I ain't eager to see St Peter
so tell his ass I'ma see ya when I see ya, not a second too soon neither

peace to Sam Cooke, all the soul singers
couldn't have seen all the trouble this life'd bring ya
laughed when kids sang their carols, staying straight and narrow
ain't know we'd pay for our curious nature
apples fall close to the tree, I see, swore my dad'd never be me
now here I am, an exile in myself, lock and key
but this cage here, I made it, it's some shit I created
and all I gotta do to break it is believe I'm free
that's the trick ain't it, the only one that matters
till I figure it out, fall back, cuz I got my own madness
in this world of blackadders and ladders, then lights out
why you acting like you know what happens? why doubt?
eight tenths of this don't make sense, but that's belief though
believe and it becomes real, that's all you need to know. Show less
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