| Walk away, I’ll fade to grey, but not today
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| As long as you are here, I’ll be okay
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| Now, I wanna walk, wanna walk today
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| If my life not in grey I’ll walk today
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| I’ll, I’ll be your yellowman, Carcosa land
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| I’ll be your spaceman, your walking hand
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| But not today, want to fade away
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| But I keep going (going everyday)
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| See me movin' out of foreigns slow
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| She just wanna spend my dough
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| Movin' out of dungeons slow
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| Watch just how I shine and glow
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| Louis Vuitton on me, ho
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| Draped up in silk all my robe
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| Shadows with me where I go
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| Bag over my face — freakshow
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| Fuck with me, I’ll bring you down
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| Whole crowd, they don’t make a sound
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| Watch the ravens fly around
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| I don’t care about your sound
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| You could try and talk to me
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| Visions are reality
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| We are slow, but we are clowns
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| Poppin' downers, no more crowns
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| Today I’ll be your yellowman
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| I’ll be your yellow- yellow-
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| Today I’ll be your yellowman, carcosa land
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| Your yellowman
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| Stranger |