Intro
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[Verse 1]
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How much wood could I chuck if I gave a flying fuck about chucking bits of wood?
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I wonder if I would, or would I just do the same and say it's what I do when I don't do it everyday?
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Just take the process as my name and now I feel ashamed
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When I say it's what I am I am lying to your face!
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I'd like to say I'm what I love but if I loved chucking wood, I don't think that I would chuck enough
[verse 2]
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Oh if Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers, does Peter pick them forever?
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And does the pepper picking really define our Peter Piper?
[Verse 3]
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Now would I still be a Woodchuck if like Peter I picked peppers but I chucked wood when I could
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And should I give a flying fuck if you see a pepper picker or you see a woodchuck?
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It'd be nice to be defined by what we love but I don't think that we think that we're good enough
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We're all imposters who've been riding on luck, posturing until the day that we're eventually shown up
[Verse 4]
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Pray tell the shadows of what we project to be affixed to us | x2
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C# pessimistic pest exists amidst us |
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[Verse 5]
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Face fears they find out your fakery |
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I think you are where you deserve to be | x2
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When definition wields weight over you |
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Know rational people feel like they're faking it too |
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[Outro]
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