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Yeah, the sun it rises in the east everyday |
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You can see it's the same, then you'll see it my way |
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Yeah, the sun it sets in the west where it grows |
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Yeah, the best |
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I heard, dreadlock man he say so |
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There they sit at the foot of the mountain |
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Taking hits of the sacred smoke |
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Fire rips at their lungs |
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Holy mountain take us away |
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Yeah, the sun it rises in the east everyday |
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You can see it's the same, then you'll see it my way |
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Yeah, the sun it sets in the west where it grows |
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Yeah, the best |
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I heard, dreadlock man he say so |
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There they sit at the foot of the mountain |
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Taking hits of the sacred smoke |
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Fire rips at their lungs |
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Holy mountain take us away |
