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Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Snook your way backstage
Paris sets the rage
Coursing on your brain
So now I slip away

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless.. bare.. faithless... scared

Know that bitches face? ?
All seen better days
So quick to blow your fuse
But that's the life you choose

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless.. bare.. faithless... scared

Snook yourself backstage
Paris sets the rage
Coursing on your brain
So now I slip away

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying now, go and plant a tree
With poetic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless.. bare.. faithless... scared
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me   If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree   With artistic license, always comes for free   Just like every lichen, how you stick to me      Snook your way backstage   Paris sets the rage   Coursing on your brain   So now I slip away      Just like every lichen, how you stick to me   If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree   With artistic license, always comes for free   Just like every lichen, how you stick to me      Weightless.. bare.. faithless... scared      Know that bitches face? ?    All seen better days   So quick to blow your fuse   But that's the life you choose      Just like every lichen, how you stick to me   If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree   With artistic license, always comes for free   Just like every lichen, how you stick to me      Weightless.. bare.. faithless... scared      Snook yourself backstage   Paris sets the rage   Coursing on your brain   So now I slip away      Just like every lichen, how you stick to me   If your luck is dying now, go and plant a tree   With poetic license, always comes for free   Just like every lichen, how you stick to me      Weightless.. bare.. faithless... scared