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letra de jack be nimble - secret clubhouse

[verse 1]
boss lady tells him that he smells like cigarettes
“i am cigarettes,” he replies
untucked, unkept, shirt stained, jeans ripped
never owned an iron in his whole life
till keep, floor sweep, forty bucks, number three
hardest part of work is passing time
not much to it, any idiot can do it
wear it like a blemish or a badge of pride

[verse 2]
rat race, [?], [?], lap dance
freedom only ever was a frame of mind
bike rack, u-lock, backpack, laptop
some would say possession should be exorcised
ripped seams, [?], [?], [?]
hanging by a thrеad with your head held high
[?], [?], [?] journey
i don’t need anothеr metaphor, it’s just life

[chorus]
and the world says, “please, jack be nimble
it was hard enough to be [?] sky.”
banging on a cymbal
maybe it’s so simple; it cannot be simplified
and if the [?] is coming [?]
[?] anonymous, phenomenal, [?], [?], [?]
[verse 3]
boss lady caught him with the left-handed cigarette
stomping on a roach, coughing up a lie
[black jack][?], something, something incense
looking like a real red eye jedi
[captive/camping/captin by the][?], old spice, prayer
just a bit of weed so the boss don’t mind
[?] once, growing up to be darth vader
thinking maybe wana wasn’t such a bad guy

[chorus]
and the world says, “please, jack be nimble
villains [?] evil but you can’t all cry
[?] are civil
[?] it goes [?]
and if the [?] is possible but why would it be [?]
and doesn’t [?]
it’s elaborately, allegory, [horror story][?], purgatory

[verse 4]
might not see your name on a placard
with a bunch of old acquaintance singing “auld lang syne”
as long as you can eat, it doesn’t really matter
if you’re working forty hours for a dollar or a dime
sixteen [sweet][?] while the candle lights are burning
and you blow them out and settle for the rest of time
[?], [?], [?] journey
i don’t need another metaphor, it’s just life
oh, it’s just life

everybody, fingers on the window
tell me what’s you’re wishin’ for
when you should be asking why
and it’s a [?], licorice, [?] hit the [?]
stop smoking cigarettes; you’ll be fine

[outro]
[?], [?], [?] journey
i don’t need another metaphor, it’s just life

- secret clubhouse

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