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c.c.m. - the show must go on lyrics

i might not know where to begin
but i know where to end
i know that in pain there’s living
and living means nothing without pain
i’m c.c.m. the man who can’t understand sh-t
when it comes to life, love & other drugs
i’m f-cked up, i’m drugged up
behind a curtain waiting for the blow to start me up
but it never does
i made it up
another sip of cough syrup
another way to k!ll the pain
the k!ll the man who drives the insane van
in vain, it’s plain
its plain f-cking stupid
hey cupid, f-ck you kid
you never seem to get it right
even william with his shaken spear
wouldn’t miss a strike
i’m oth-llo, lago, oh tell her
that “i did not have s-xual relations with that woman”
“never”

desdemona
please we’re even now
“a la moda”
the moor i see
the less i wanna know
holla, me no ablo
speak the language of love
psych
s-x, me, you, ,ho?
down! see you in an hour, yo!

(booty call!)

that’s how bad
my flirting sk!lls are
don’t wonder why i usually get chicks
half-r-t-rd
until i went to a best buy, put a blue shirt
and gl-sses on
tried to sell a computer
wait it gets better
kids, that’s how i met your mother

leave me when the sun goes down
let the screams bury the sound
let it burn ho let it burn
let the screams burn down my love

the show must go on
the show must go on
the crowd is screaming for more

my best friend is irony
ironically, my enemy
my mind goes berzerk-ly crazy
when it goes about o.c.d
that i surely pretend to have or be insane
just to be fake
come on for pete’s sake

surely, why don’t you call me
don’t call me shirley
i’m not your book or lover
you’re trying to make me be
i’m just an another emo kid
waiting for the sh-t to hit the fan
“i’m fan! that’s some great sh-t man”

i love your songs
your voice
naked circus
that sounds delicious
“thanks what your favorite song?”
you know the song. kind of ambiguous
about how…aw f-ck it
don’t say you love my music if you don’t f-cking mean it

i am carelessly keep trying to be
a rapper but i became my worst enemy
i’m trapped in a box from the holes i can see
so, i’ll stay in a box with my own ecstasy
and i’ll find a way out
if you find a way in
if you know what’s it’s about
i don’t know where to begin
i don’t know how to rap
but i know how to clap
you don’t know where i’ve been
but you’ll know it’s trap

- c c m lyrics

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