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Sea Lion
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Broken Wings
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Escape Artist
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Dance Monkey
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Crack Pipes
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The Buzz Kill
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Gunz Yo
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Crumble
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Inherited Scars
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Product Placement
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Climb Trees
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Bridle
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Agony in Her Body
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Voice Mail Bomb Threat
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Personal Journalist
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Jah Didn't Kill Johnny
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Slow Down Gandhi
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Lie Detector Test
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Ground Control
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Got Up This Morning
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The Best Of Times
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Different
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Makeshift Patriot
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Sun Vs. Moon
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Runaways
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Smoke And Mirrors
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Civil Obedience
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Message Sent
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Specialist
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Hopeless
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Good Fashion
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Waterline
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Eviction Notice
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Underground For Dummies
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Black Sweatshirt
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Clickety Clack
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Cup of Tea
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Black Out On White Night
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Keep Moving
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Little Houdini
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Hell Of A Year
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My Name Is Strange
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High Step
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Midgets and Giants
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Call Me Francois
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Growing Pains
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Hoofprints In The Sand
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Sun Vs Moon
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Going Back To Rehab
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Slow Man
(When I first got in to magic, yeah.)
When I first got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like pick a card, any card
If I shot my full load with the first hand I played
I'd be a monkey in a box hangin' with the David Blaines
I be swimmin' with the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of that game
Escape Artist
I talk 'til I'm red in my face with strain polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my range then raise octaves
I play through the pain and remain conscience
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this shit I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped like rain forests
After years of pullin' rabit ears out my pants pockets
I'm not revealin' any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown baby
In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em gave it a glimpse and I guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread book
Letters are falling apart
But the sentences descend on their own and the wording is permanent
Never been missed
I've just been mis-
Worded and mis-
Interpreted, it's
Funny how serving a sentence of solitary confinement
Results in the death sentences filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering where my time went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got sawed in half
You See I never payed attention
But I can't afford to laugh
'Cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my CAST
But I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the crowd
Show a little bit of audience participation now
When I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!
And I'll respect it
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