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[** sample "Rattlin' Bones" by Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson:] |
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Yo Yo Yo* |
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Straight from the shed |
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With a shovel in my hand |
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My bible's a rifle you gotta understand (yeah) |
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That the streets need a weapon |
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And out here, the sheep need a shepherd |
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So as long as I'm here you won't witness evil |
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I'm a rhyme to a sky full of Christmas beetles |
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Where, mind power cracks the code |
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My welcome mat to a happy home |
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Rattlin bones and a broken compass |
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Watch me use those bones as drumsticks |
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Bam Bam it's Bedrock baby |
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Ringin the alarm that we set off daily |
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Gone with the wind when I'm out the sunroof |
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I sleep on the gas in a muddy pair of ugboots |
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In the back is my lucky dingo |
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And he attacks like a punch from Kimbo |
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Slice, dice scratch my lyrics |
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And see my DJ? Yeah that's my lizard |
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Still there when the ship is sinking |
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Cause we're the kings of wishful thinking |
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In a house that lays in my head and the |
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Sun was money there were days that I spent |
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With my face to the fence, speechless, |
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Until I made you my friend |
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That's when your mates came by, |
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And you said listen to this and you did |
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With headphones on in a zone unknown now I'm glad you know where I live (right here) |
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Together we stand, divided we fall |
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To play this game keep your eyes on the ball |
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Live for the minute, die for the culture |
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See through the dark when the violet is ultra |
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Smoke don't rise |
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Fuel don't burn |
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Sun don't shine no more |
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Late one night, sorrow come round |
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Scratching at my door |
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But I cut my hands |
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And break my back |
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Draggin' this bag of stones |
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Till they bury me down, beneath the ground |
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With the dust and rattlin' |
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I just daydream from the front seat of a humvee |
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Press eject then bungee to jumanji |
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To the place where the rhino's rumble |
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Spread far like the hydro hustle |
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In the jungle fall with chainsaws |
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Sell fate to walk though maze walls |
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Free thinkers, free talkers |
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Waltz on water like sea walkers |
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Rise up, levitate like this |
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Till times up, celebrate life's gifts |
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Paint pop culture like Warhol |
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With the words that I churn though my portal |
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An electric, lightning bolt sky |
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Dive inside my kaliedoscope eyes |
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The vision is a sight to see |
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There should'nt be a place on earth where life is cheap |
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Space pirate, cat with golden wings |
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Raise your sail, catch your solar wind |
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I just ride away have a story, |
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Cats cook in their hide-away labratories |
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Let it simmer, bubble and slow |
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Beers in the bin, Blood in the bowl |
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Never... My office desktop is... and... |
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My band spans the high and low frequencies |
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Love life and it's ideo syncrocies |
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Simply called a rap with friends |
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Another artistic awesome accident |
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This is for you, stand in the rain with a |
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Vista view the champion change |
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Until it's late and the canvas is stained |
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When the paints sprayed and the canisters drained |
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Smoke don't rise |
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Fuel don't burn |
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Sun don't shine no more |
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Late one night, sorrow come round |
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Scratching at my door |
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But I cut my hands |
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And break my back |
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Draggin' this bag of stones |
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Till they bury me down, beneath the ground |
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With the dust and rattlin' |
