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"you done great"
put me in coach
i had a premonition we were destined to win, coach
balsa wood bridges and palaces
like you've never seen before and likely never will see again, coach
feels like summer, plant a kiss on the boombox
cold gin, rock bottom, he's worth a deuce box
bruce said it's hard to be a saint in the boondocks
lower back tattoos, liquor, and tube tops
but that's the thing to be on the day that the truth drops
archangels flanking the lengths of our quarters
go on, send sirens to storm its borders, i'll be like "no peg, i gotta get back to the shoe shop"
courthouse deed church wedding or covenant?
married by god, good friend, or the government?
i dreamed bonna sent a postcard from heaven
it said "guys, the arches are golden and i'm loving it"
(not to rub it in)
sometimes the wind at your back
just means that you miss the sunrise
call my name and i'll be there in no time
i can't know everybody's reasons but i can know mine
i know mine, i know mine, i know mine
you must not think a lot of me
to tell me either/or is the crux of democracy
i took logic 101, false dichotomy
here's your wool, wolf - please dress modestly
living off the fat of the land like the prodigy
break that ceiling but don't break policy
we done great, the bridge bore weight
but the victory was training my mind to crave odysseys
standing on the booth, spilling ink on a fake ballot
making up my own party and voting straight ballot
ronnie, reggie, cornelius copperbottom - dude, there's a mansfield for every taste palate
are you a coming or a going attraction?
marquees either blackened or completely imagined
leave the great showmanship to hugh jackman
i'd rather be a great dad, husband, and craftsman
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