| Don’t ask me to socialise
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| A third degree has blown my eyes
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| Express a feeling captured once
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| The one I want surprised me once
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| A citrus state to be in one
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| And one is like a God in lime
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| A black inside I know too well
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| To wear my worth and buy the grind
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| And not to waste this scene on
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| And it’s not my Independence that I’m afraid of this time
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| And not to base this scene on
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| And it’s not my Independence I’m ashamed of
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| And one dissolved in sea again
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| A third degree has blown my eyes
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| And in the end your end is clean
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| A conscious state to call my own
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| I don’t remember the way you used to be
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| And not to waste this scene on
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| And it’s not my Independence that I’m afraid of this time
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| And not to base this scene on
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| And it’s not my Independence I’m ashamed of
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| Don’t ask me to socialise
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| The world has blown the love outside
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| And I can’t tell if you are wrong
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| The one who turns to me alone
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| And not to waste this scene on
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| And it’s not my Independence that I’m afraid of this time
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| And not to base this scene on
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| And it’s not my Independence I’m ashamed of
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| I don’t remember the way you used to be |