Matchbox

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I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
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You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks
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Like, that's not a card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like how you'd like to
 live
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You're the type of cool that likes to talk a lot
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I'm the type of fool to listen
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They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often
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The same is true of undercover cops

[Verse 2]
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And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven
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We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet
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Wading straight to the moon
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Salutations to Apollo
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While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow
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And you bit my lip when I kissed you
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I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you
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We shared my blood for an instant and I would trade some more to have it back
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Yeah I would trade all of this for that

[Verse 3]
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I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand
           G                Em
Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam
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With hope just as large as the room in my car
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My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled 
in
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Hold it for change from charitable donors like
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Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to...

[Verse 4]
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SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL
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I know I should've been more vocal
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Sure, I could've been more social
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I've been hanging out it's a short rope though
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It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal
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I'm GOING POSTAL
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I've been coasting
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I've been coping okay for the most part

 [Chorus]
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Everybody I know wants to be a star
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Just above the atmosphere flying high
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Just above the average fear to try
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Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles
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Everybody I know wants the gleam
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In designer tops and ten dollar magazines
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Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak
      C
Aggravated when I say what I mean
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I mean, I mean

[Verse 5]
 N.C.
You see, is that
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I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions
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You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks
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Like: that's not the card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like you'd like to 
live
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You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons
          G                             C
I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments
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Like this ain't the life that I should've picked
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But it's the cards we're dealt we play with
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Shit