| In my head
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| Y-y-y-yo, yeah
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| Far away from home, Ima-im-imagination roams
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| Everybody, everybody, everybody’s wrong, re-wrote the song
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| Thoughts become action, tell me what’s happenin'
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| What’s your mind wrapped in and wrapped around?
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| Wra-wrapped around, wra-wra-wrapped around
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| What’s, what’s your mind wrapped in and wrapped around?
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| Psyche sabotage, your Nike’s need a jog
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| Portraits in the fog, filter out the smo-o-og
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| Information log, so fast the past recalls
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| You back the future stalls, fade to black the present calls
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| Pour out some liquor for the homies lost
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| For the homies, for the homies, for the homies lost
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| Pour out some liquor for the homies lost
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| Gone away I’ma make you say in my head
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| Hella mem-erase, mem-erase
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| Mem-mem-erase, mem-erase
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| Mem-erase, mem-erase
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| Yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo
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| Yo, y-yo, yo, yeah, yo, yo
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| Those voices, those voices, those voices
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| Those voices in my head, those voices in my head
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| If you don’t the writing on the wall
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| It’s lovely when the stars all align, it’ll be fun
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| Far away from home, imagination roams
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| Everybody’s wrong, re-wrote the song
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| Those voices, those voices, those voices, those voices
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| Those voices in my head, those voices in my head
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| Those voices, those voices, those voices, those voices
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| Those voices in my head, those voices in my head
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| Those voices, those voices, those voices, those voices
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| Those voices in my head, those voices in my head
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| You’re too fat, you’re too thin
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| You’re too small, you’re too tall
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| Confidence remindin' all, I probably won’t get the call
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| A pessimist won’t take the risk, no, name’s not on the list, treat it
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| Take a piss on your dreams, heat it
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| Hard to believe when you don’t believe it, you don’t need it
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| It’s destined, run laps around a lesson, miracles
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| Blessin', oppressed with the stressin', forever guessin'
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| Vision blocked, no need for props
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| The pimpin' stops, pluckin' and pullin', he love me not
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| Stay inside the box, the safe locked, you won’t be mocked
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| Fully stocked of excuses, doin' it is useless
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| Faithless, popped, the ball was in yo hands
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| Slipped and dropped, I cram to understand
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| Your life flipped and flopped, cancel all your plans
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| You just missed your stop
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| Those voices call, call
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| Come and make me sing
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| Those voices call, call
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| Come and make me sing
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| Those voices
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| Those voices in my head
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| Those voices, those voices in my head
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| If you don’t the writing on the wall
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| It’s lovely when the stars all align it’ll be fun
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| Far away from home, imagination roams
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| Everybody’s wrong, re-wrote the song |