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When it's cold, it comes slow. |
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it is warm, just watch it grow. |
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-all around me. |
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it is here. it is now. |
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Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down. |
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Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown. |
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it is chicken, it is eggs, |
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it is in between your legs. |
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it is walking on the moon, |
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leaving your cocoon. |
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it is the jigsa. it is purple haze. |
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it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing phase, |
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it is in the single's bar, in the distance of the face, |
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it is in between the cages, it is always in a space |
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it is here. it is now. |
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Any rock can be made to roll, |
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If you've enough of it to pay the toll. |
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it has no home in words or goal, |
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Not even in your favourite hole. |
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it is the hope for the dope. |
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When you ride the horse without a hoof. |
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it is shaken, not stirred; |
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Cocktails on the roof. |
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When you eat right fru it you see everything alive, |
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it is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive |
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If you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride. |
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Look across the mirror, before you chose de cide |
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it is here. it is now |
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it is Rael. it is Rael |
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'cos it's only knock and knowall, but I like it |
