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These creatures travel through the night |
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Coming to your town, bearing ideas through melody |
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They are the voice of a million upon open minds |
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They hold true, until they die, so much they're blind |
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You can stop an army, but no barricade can stop an idea |
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But the power they're all leaving |
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Shall conquer the universe |
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They have given it all up |
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Just for the rush of the voyage |
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Constantly in transit, |
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But never alone |
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A family, not through blood |
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It's something deeper in our bone |
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They're still versed in nature, |
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But warriors at heart |
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Their rapping, a choice |
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Ourselves wish for art |
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These vagrant souls are in no search of a home |
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The feed on friends and misery |
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In hopes of turning inside-out |
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Who we don't really need, do you feel me? |
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Creatures of the night |
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People fear these persuasive creatures |
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Hiding the risk of exposure |
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They travel for many miles, |
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To leave an impression |
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They are the carriers of the truth |
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And it's slowly spreading |
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They seem to be exactly |
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Just what everyone's been dreading |
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They're still versed in nature, |
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But warriors at heart |
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Their rapping, a choice |
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Ourselves wish for art |
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These vagrant souls are in no search of a home |
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The feed on friends and misery |
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In hopes of turning inside-out |
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Who we don't really need, do you feel me? |
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Creatures of the night |
