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There’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet

And most of us have the audacity to think we matter
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Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?
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Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
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But he keeled over ‘cause he went into battle wearing 
                Em
chain mail made of jokes
Am
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed
 away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got 
              C
stuck halfway
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He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed 
                       C
through a crack in the door

And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about 
talking dogs 'til his last day
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Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed?
Em

               Am
He didn’t jump off that ledge

He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground 
up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for 
   C     D
concrete
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The earth is a drum and he’s hitting it on beat

The reason there’s smog in Los Angeles is ‘cause if we 
could see the stars
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If we could see the context of the universe in which we
 exist
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And we could see how small each one of us is

Against the vastness of what we don’t know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial 
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again
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And then where would we be?
          C
No frozen dinners and no TV

And is that a world we want to text in?

Either someone just microwaved popcorn
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Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their 
                   Em                Am
heads out of their asses in rapid succession

The people are hunched over in Boston

They’re starting app stores and screen printing 
companies in San Francisco
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They’re grinning in Los Angeles like they’ve got 
fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
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But don’t paint me like the good guy ‘cause every time 
I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select 
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the nicest light
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You wouldn’t respect me if you heard the typewriter 
       Am
chatter tap tap

Tapping through my mind at night

The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
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And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in 
    Em7
high school
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Filed carefully on rice paper

My heart is a colored pencil

But my brain is an eraser
I don’t want a real girl, I want to trace her from a 
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catalogue
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Truth be told I’m unlikely to hold you down

Cause my soul is a crowded subway train

And people keep deciding to get on the next one that 
rolls through town
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I’m joining a false movement in San Francisco
                              C
I’m frowning and hunched over in Boston

I’m smiling in Los Angeles like I’ve got fishhooks in 
the corners of my mouth
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And I’m celebrating on weekends
                       Em      Am
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the 
planet

And I have the audacity to think I matter
                                                C
I know it’s a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
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Because I’ve got a tourniquet tied at my elbow
                      C
I’ve got a blunt wrap filled with compliments and I’m 
burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my 
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bedroom walls since I was hecka small
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We’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves 
             Am
like Russian nesting dolls

My mother is an 8 year old girl

My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just
 failed
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And that’s the glue between me and you

That’s the screws and nails
           C
We live in a house made of each other

And if that sounds strange that’s because it is
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Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning 
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everyone’s pockets inside out