Shredding The Balloon

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G  320033 played as 355433
D  x00232
A  x02220



[Intro]

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[Verse]
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Like we always do about this time, 
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ink lines for the sick rhyme 
inclined,
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 It’s grimy shit but naught that 
      A
can’t be fixed with a little bit of 
spitshine,
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 Big time like Frankie in Vegas, 
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inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
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 Spit it out till we spilling out 
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on to the street start a party up 
with our neighbours,
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 I’d rather be part of your 
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playlist, than ever be part of the 
A-list,
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 Harness the energy, heart of a 
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pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
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 I go so hard on the pavement; I go
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 so far with my statements,
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 That I don’t know where they end 
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and where I start it’s all part of 
game it’s,
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 The farthest I’ve came since I 
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started to play it,
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 I spar with these artists, the 
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heartless and brainless,
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 We’re harnessed by chains that 
      G
are hard to escape and you change 
then they label us bastards or 
traitors,
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 They’re charlatans, they’re haters,
 they start on us but they’re fake 
as,
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 Our parliament, but don’t be 
disheartened by them pardon their 
failures,
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 If we don’t forgive our enemies, 
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we’ll crawl the walls like 
centipedes,
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 Burn our energy like fossil fuels 
and fuel our own damn effigy,
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 And we’ll all burn like Hennessey,
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 so keep on then and step with me,
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 John Lennon let it be, dead the 
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beef like abattoirs, before these 
scavengers tear at me


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[Chorus:]

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 I’ve been waiting to come back,
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 Like where the hell is the show?
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 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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 Getting ready to blow,
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 I’ve been waiting to come back,
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 Like where the hell is the show?
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 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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Getting ready to blow


[Verse 2]
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 And it might blow up but it won’t 
go pop,
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 And it might blow up but it won’t 
burst,
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 She said she might grow old but she
 won’t grow up,
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 Well she might, but only if I go 
first,
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 She wears her heart on her sleeve 
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like; she’s wearing a patch on her 
shoulder,
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 It’s not a matter of whether I can
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 catch her, more a matter of whether
 I can hold her,
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 She thinks out loud she’s got me; 
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she laughs with her whole body,
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 I think about how she got it all 
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figured out and wonder why she’d 
even want me?
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 Each night I find it’s the same 
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ole, when I crawl inside in the 
evening,
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 I lie down next to an angel; fall 
asleep and fly with my demons,
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 They say don’t live in the past 
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and live each day like it was your 
last but,
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 I’d rather live each moment like 
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it was my first, take it slow and 
sip from the glass,
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 Savour the moment, spit vicious 
bars then pray for opponents,
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 Sounds so serious don’t it? But I’m
 not concerned with a thing,
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 This is book three, Tolkien, Return
 of the King,
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 The kings have arrived; we drink 
from the sky,
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 We fall from all ‘cause we think we
 can fly,
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 But our wings have been tied, and 
the winging and lies,
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 Have me I’m wishing that I could 
bridge the divide,
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 You living the life? In the blink 
of an eye
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 The shine of the bling and the rims
 that you ride,
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 Can all disappear so live for the 
rhyme,
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 Not material things your gift can 
provide


[Chorus]
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 I’ve been waiting to come back,
G
 Like where the hell is the show?
D
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
A
 Getting ready to blow,
E
 I’ve been waiting to come back,
G
 Like where the hell is the show?
D
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
A
Getting ready to blow


[Otro]

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