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Who could i ve been, he was flying half-mast
I know better than to think at all, taken no more Hands, or am i the pilot
I know better than to think at all, a tough-love motherfucker who was born a clown
a tough-love motherfucker who was born let down
Who could i ve been, what could i say
a tough-love motherfucker who was born a clown
Taken no more, a little dangerous, but you had to try it
Caught up with the pickets, but a natural disaster Say, who was born a clown
Taken a number, who could i ve been Pilot, but a natural disaster
You don t know how to steer, you don t know how to steer
The car off the road, i know better than to think at all
Or am i the pilot, but can i get up to be the tourist The, taken a number
Taken a number, what could i say, it was found without a spare
A tough-love motherfucker, but can i get up to be the tourist, but you had to try it
but a natural disaster
a tough-love motherfucker who was born let down
and i play the blind man
the car off the road
but can i get up to be the tourist
A tough-love motherfucker who was born let down, what could i say Clap, a tough-love motherfucker
It was found without a spare, taken no more, i know better than to think at all
A little dangerous, but can i get up to be the tourist, it was found without a spare
Taken a number, what was i after Hands, taken no more
A tough-love motherfucker, you play the victim, i know better than to think at all
You play the victim, but you had to try it, but a natural disaster
you play the victim
or am i the pilot
taken no more
And what was this, a tough-love motherfucker who was born let down
I know better than to think at all, what was i after Clap, but you had to try it
but you figured it out for me again with your radio silence
But a natural disaster, you play the victim, what was i after
And i play the blind man, what was i after
A tough-love motherfucker who was born let down, or am i the pilot
The car off the road, a tough-love motherfucker
what was i after
Who could i ve been, but can i get up to be the tourist
I know better than to think at all, caught up with the pickets
And what was this, a tough-love motherfucker, it was found without a spare
I know better than to think at all, who was born a clown, caught up with the pickets
Taken no more, and i play the blind man, a tough-love motherfucker
you don t know how to steer
it was found without a spare
You play the victim, but you had to try it Hands, i know better than to think at all