| I don’t need no special things to get me high
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| All I needs a touch of Ron to get me by
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| I see people travelling, never make a move
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| I don’t follow my leader, needles in the groove
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| I don’t like sitar, it don’t touch guitar
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| People selling me heaven, praying to the sky
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| I don’t read their message
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| Listen with your eyes
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| Listen with your eyes
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| Listen with your eyes (I love it)
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| You’ve had a hustling day
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| Your life’s roundabout anyway
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| I got my feet on the ground
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| That doesn’t mean I don’t get around
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| I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue
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| I love to see a daybreak
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| It’s not a chemical wide awake
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| I like a rub in the tub
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| I never want to pull out the plug
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| I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue
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| Mr. Blue!
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| People search the dailies, live by horoscope
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| Looking for direction, don’t they get the joke
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| I won’t fear the reaper, when the curtain falls
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| I’m not vegetating, waiting for the call
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| I don’t like sitar, it don’t touch guitar
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| Wake up to the future, you should make your plans
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| Dreams are made in heaven, life is in your hands
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| Life is in your hands
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| Life is in your hands
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| Life is in your hands |