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(Feat Palaceer Lazaro) |
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Imagine coldly, sparkling night |
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Now we're ... the night (.. the blind ) |
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..toward destiny |
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Can be a tricky thing |
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(A wild trip to indoor) |
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Incredible trip, that's for sure! |
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Something not to ignore |
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And adventure to explore |
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Perhaps a way to soul |
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And more and more! |
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How, how... |
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Divine ground, divine |
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No straight line just .. |
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Shapes, cakes and pies...moon eyes to which I die |
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Dead but also alive, |
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so I push it till I hear that black sound... |
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Always warmer at the bottom... |
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..she's a keep man, she got it |
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The sister's at the free lunch, broke man... |
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... for spring time for a little... |
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Come on, you ain't... |
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Simple minded, tempered, don't whimper ... |
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Prevented from the devil's pinching |
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..possessing an oppression.. |
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That's why I'm fucking with her... |
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But nothing here retreat... |
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The black side of magic, the darkest night |
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Following drinking... |
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The black Jesus, (meaning of course, he's white) |
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I took a course in white, (I had the force to bite) |
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Think of Orson Welles (then I divorce myself) |
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I eat ... my fruits (I fell in love with blues) |
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...(we find that there's no shoes) |
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Never mind the ships (We're time travelling nightmare) |
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..you might hear (the boom, tick, tick, boom) |
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It's quite clear... |
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But we don't harbour much (we keep our marching...) |
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All this marching sucks (I think of Archie...) |
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The black and white is skunk... |
