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More of it, I'm sure of it\nSoon as I'm finished snoring then I'll show you where I'm storing it\nForsaken good for goodness sake\nAnd wish I lived in nature so that I could throw my cell phone in the lake\n\n(Eh-eh) Hate himself like a snake with two heads\nThe new flesh-eater co, eat a whole food web\nSpoon fed stupefying death to a zoom lens\nDefinitely never leave a neck where the noose ends\n\nEver, follow what the rap hands pantomime\nSlit throats, hang men, and bellyachers atomized\nJam at the party with the vamps and the carnies\nHe the upper hand, one man skeleton army\n\n(Uh) Primordial audio from sitting at the Casio\nAnd cracking open an empty pistachio\nPardon odors but I'm always on my job\nI don't throw no boxers out until they're completely dissolved\n\nAfter all's been said\nI eat myself alive to see me eaten not to see myself fed\nI'm apathetic till these goods could get fenced\nAnd not offended how I'm better off dead\n\n(Yet) Lightning struck that man two times\nBrushed off his coat that man's too alive\nSlack jaw, chew a face off no bath salts\nNo crabs only fatten'd up pack wolves\n\nTracking, cro-mags batten down hatches\nNot a sap, not a scratch on the crash test\nAshes to ashes, catch the odd sonnet\nWhat more can I say, Top Ramen\n\nWhat's the point of keeping points, we're playing different games\nI revel in my solitaire without a care\nSmiling and nodding when I'm not aware\nOr waving off a belch\nWhere I'm parading operating on myself\n\nPlaying a game a chance to top the candor where the cameras never peek\nCome around and take a gander at the gambler on a streak\nAny contact with a contract I was signing off in crayon\nWill anybody please accept me as I am?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] What's this?\n[00:01.15] A note from the school nurse?\n[00:03.98] Oh my gosh! 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More of it, I'm sure of it\n[00:37.81] Soon as I'm finished snoring then I'll show you where I'm storing it\n[00:40.50] Forsaken good for goodness sake\n[00:42.06] And wish I lived in nature so that I could throw my cell phone in the lake\n[00:44.98] (Eh-eh) Hate himself like a snake with two heads\n[00:47.27] The new flesh-eater co, eat a whole food web\n[00:49.82] Spoon fed stupefying death to a zoom lens\n[00:52.12] Definitely never leave a neck where the noose ends\n[00:54.87] Ever, follow what the rap hands pantomime\n[00:57.16] Slit throats, hang men, and bellyachers atomized\n[00:59.54] Jam at the party with the vamps and the carnies\n[01:02.17] He the upper hand, one man skeleton army\n[01:04.22] (Uh) Primordial audio from sitting at the Casio\n[01:07.37] And cracking open an empty pistachio\n[01:09.18] Pardon odors but I'm always on my job\n[01:11.56] I don't throw no boxers out until they're completely dissolved\n[01:13.85] After all's been said\n[01:15.64] I eat myself alive to see me eaten not to see myself fed\n[01:18.55] I'm apathetic till these goods could get fenced\n[01:21.41] And not offended how I'm better off dead\n[01:23.38] (Yet) Lightning struck that man two times\n[01:25.94] Brushed off his coat that man's too alive\n[01:28.29] Slack jaw, chew a face off no bath salts\n[01:30.64] No crabs only fatten'd up pack wolves\n[01:33.28] Tracking, cro-mags batten down hatches\n[01:35.61] Not a sap, not a scratch on the crash test\n[01:37.97] Ashes to ashes, catch the odd sonnet\n[01:40.36] What more can I say, Top Ramen\n[01:42.66] What's the point of keeping points, we're playing different games\n[01:45.83] I revel in my solitaire without a care\n[01:47.66] Smiling and nodding when I'm not aware\n[01:49.24] Or waving off a belch\n[01:50.22] Where I'm parading operating on myself\n[01:51.54] Playing a game a chance to top the candor where the cameras never peek\n[01:54.70] Come around and take a gander at the gambler on a streak\n[01:57.31] Any contact with a contract I was signing off in crayon\n[01:59.61] Will anybody please accept me as I am?\n[02:02.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Vertigo\n  artist: Lice\n  album: Lice\n  duration_ms: 145000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: What's this?\n  start_ms: 180\n  end_ms: 1150\n- text: A note from the school nurse?\n  start_ms: 1150\n  end_ms: 3980\n- text: Oh my gosh! 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