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I've got it set in my mind, |
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I'll be a mountain disguised this year |
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I will bow for no body else, |
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unless their will is stronger than I perceive |
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The animal is taking a rest, |
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on a bed of dreams below my feet |
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I see the road leading towards the solution, we need |
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I'm the smell invading your home, |
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on the edge of pugnent reprise and meals |
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You can't squeeze the juice out of me, |
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I'm as dry as Albequrque in June |
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I'm a man with dank in my plan, |
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with an irie scent rolling off my veins |
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I see the road leading towards the solution, we need |
