Father John Misty – Im Writing A Novel (Guitar)

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I ran down the road, pants down to my knees,

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screaming please come help me, that Canadian shaman

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gave a little too much to me

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and I'm writing a novel,

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'cause it's never been done before

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First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door,

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and told the people who lived there they have to get out

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'cause my reality is realer than yours

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ya there's no time in the present,

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and there's a black dog on the bed

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I went to the backyard, to burn my only clothes,

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and then the dog ran out, he said you 

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can't turn nothing into nothing, this would be no more

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Well, I'm no doctor, but that monkey might be right

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and if he is,

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I'll be walking him my whole life

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I rode to Malibu, on a dune buggy with Neil,

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he said you're gonna have to drive me down on the beach

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if you ever wanna write for real

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and I said I'm sorry,

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young man what was your name again?

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Now, everywhere I go in West Hollywood

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it's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress

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and the actress wishing that they could

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we could do ayahuasca,

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baby, if I wasn't holding all these drinks

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Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair

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makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner,

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bumming twenties as if I was the mayor

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I don't need any new friends,

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but I could really use something to do

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so if you're up for it sometime,

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I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse

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Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea

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I could have sworn last night I passed out in my van

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and now these guys are pouring one for me

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I'll never leave the canyon

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'cause I'm surrounded on all sides

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by people writing novels

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and living on amusement rides