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Days spent pondering, truth is a knife |
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Respect due to those who have caught it |
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Dedicated to our friends who have sought it |
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This is happening, this here is life |
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Days spent pondering, truth is a knife |
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Respect due to those who have caught it |
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Dedicated to our friends who have sought it |
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Brainstorm superseding the norm |
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When we come together, new planet is born |
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You revel in the chaos when people are torn |
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Then you come to find out your welcome is worn |
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We are advancing and retracting visionaries |
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Really here, it's not imaginary |
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The way you work your mind, you find it's an art |
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Where you feel it most, you feel in your heart |
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Everybody gets confused |
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Delusions are everywhere |
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Buy into fakeness, you'll feel used |
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Double talk fills the air |
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Looking all over for happiness |
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I've got the will to live |
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It's in front of you right now, don't you feel stressed |
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Falls through my hands live a sieve |
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I'm on a new high |
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With a pen and a pad |
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And for fun i attend |
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A jam that's super bad |
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At the same time |
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Give it all that i have |
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Whether you're square |
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Or the coolest lad |
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Eatin up my people, purgin their words |
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The jammies take flight like icarus birds |
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Drop on you and you get hurt |
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Cuz if you're under the rock, you get worked |
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Say, what gives, are you after me |
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Breakin me down won't you let me be |
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Won't be having none of your mind control |
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It ain't gonna work on me no more |
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I said what gives, are you after me |
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Breakin me down won't you let me be |
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Won't be having none of your mind control |
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It ain't gonna work on me no more |
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Woo! ha-ha! |
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You get worked |
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If you don't watch your back |
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People are scheming on you |
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Exploiting all the things you lack |
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They'll do what they have to do |
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Your good will is something they'll crack |
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How many times will the bust |
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Your originality they will hack |
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Don't know just who you can trust |
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I'm on a new high |
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With a pen and a pad |
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And for fun i attend |
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A jam that's super bad |
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At the same time |
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Give it all that i have |
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Whether you're square |
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Or the coolest lad |
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Eatin up my people, purgin their words |
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The jammies take flight like icarus birds |
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Drop on you and you get hurt |
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Cuz if you're under the rock, you get worked |
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Yeah, you get worked |
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Yeah, you get worked |
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Yeah, you get worked |
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Yeah, you get worked |
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Say, what gives, are you after me |
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Breakin me down won't you let me be |
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Won't be having none of your mind control |
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It ain't gonna work on me no more |
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You get worked |
