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[intro] You want to know about Finderfound in real life huh? (ha ha ha) I think you'll find out, he's just a Bit of a freak [verse 1] It's all happening, in real life. But not as fast, as it's happening, inside of my head. I start laughing when, I realize. That it's me that needs to hear, everything that I've said. won't assume i know, what it feels like, Hiding secrets, that you made, as you lay, in your bed. What you're taking, is a bit of a leap, do what I say, knowing that talk is cheap. Telling truth as I know it, so if I'm wrong, please critique. I like to sleep good at night, I'm not perfect, Sometimes I'm weak. I won't lie. Anytime of day, if I have something to say, I'll speak. You could say, that I welcomed the spirits, to use me for reach. Other lost souls, need reminded, that your home is where you're free. It's okay, if you don't want to stay, I'll be right here, until you leave. we each pray uniquely, maybe salvation is found only how we choose to seek. i think about this kind of stuff everyday of the week. So I'm okay, when people say, that I'm a bit of a freak. [chorus] Can't imagine, that you don't see, I think a little bit different ly Cause I'm a bit of a freak. Don't mind story telling, when I'm told, that it's a story, being told to me. Guess I'm a bit of a freak. All the Infotainment, makes reality feel, like it's a bad trip, at it's peak. Let's have fun playing games and try to practice what we preach. Reality is shaped by our actions and we've sown what we'll reap Whoever inherits the earth better pray that your children are meek Is it too deep? I go there often but there's no need to weep, I consider this outlook bright, not bleak. But I'll admit, sometimes It just, makes, me, feel, like a bit of a freak. [verse 2] What's your frequency on the spectrum. If you let them, they'll tell you right where you can get one. Can you change your tune or do you protect it. Probably doesn't do as well when you neglect it. If you're triggered then when you leave and go home with your emotions Remember what I said about tuning as you try to control them And just know that I love enough that I'm really trying to help I need help myself sometimes and forget I can yell I've ranted long enough about it, again, I'll tell a bird to it's beak microphone hits the floor, getting old & board, keep hearing the creak. Knowing I'll drip and I'll dribble, like a faucet, with a little bit of a leak. Just a dee-gen poet, who knows everyone is just a little bit of a freak.

