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137 lines
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(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)
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When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
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Now everybody's like pick a card, any card
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If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
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I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines
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I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
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But I'm not, I got out of that game
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Escape Artist
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I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
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I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves
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I play through the pain and remain conscience
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Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
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And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
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Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
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I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
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After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets
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I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade
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It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
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In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
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none of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
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letters are falling apart
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but the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent
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never been missed
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I've just been mis-
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worded and mis-
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interpreted, it's
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funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
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results in the death sentences filling my running assignment
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I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
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and every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half
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You See I never payed attention
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But I can't afford to laugh
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'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST
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but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
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show a little bit of audience participation now
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When I say hip (what do I say?)
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You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!
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And I'll respect it
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Check it,
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In a flair for the dramatic exit
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A fashionable entrance
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Late to my own arraignment (Oh!)
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The self-destructive things that I do for entertainment
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My folks gave me this already broken heart as my pallet
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While I was out honing my craft you was disowning your talent
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That's why you still live at home
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And I bought this house off my parents
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I'm getting ahead of myself
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(gettin ahead of myself)
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I see the hair on my back
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(see the hair on my back)
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I'm on the road reading Kerouac
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It's poems versus better raps
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I think to myself
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What's worth remembering
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Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional canned goods
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In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
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none of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
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letters are falling apart
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but the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent
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never been missed
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I've just been mis-
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worded and mis-
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interpreted, it's
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funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
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results in the death sentences filling my running assignment
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but none of this is getting told in confidence
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I spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attention
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I'm a veteran of spacial relationships
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I clip ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician
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Shape-shifting reptilian turned body contortionist
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Orphanages started offering torches to abortion clinics
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I lost acquaintances
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And a morgue of lady friends
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I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
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I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can kill
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And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations still
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Put me in a special kind of case that only breaks if
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You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and baby breath arrangement
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The vault is vacant
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They're all looking for fault or blame
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I called my agent
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The moment that I caught the train
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I let him know, I'm going nowhere, he's invited
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If he leaves tonight then he just might help me find it
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But this is my burden to bare, not his
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And I'm a psychic without a sidekick
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Holding the future hostage
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A loose cannon standing on the roof top with
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A new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
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They call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
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Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too much
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Escape Artist
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Escape Artist
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Escape Artist
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Escape Artist
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Escape Artist
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I'm in two places at once
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Escape Artist
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I ain't slept in months
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Escape Artist
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I'm just trying to get away
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Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
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(Ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
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No magic in the break
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Ain't no magic in the breakdown ba-by
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Escape Artist)
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(Pussies, you're scared to shoot me in the heart!
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You know it's too big, uhh!
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Fuck, I gotta bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
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I'll never fall in love with you, ever!
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If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)
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Make some noise for Sage Francis ya'll!
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___________________
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Name Escape Artist
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Artist Sage Francis
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Album A Healthy Distrust
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