| I walk in stride with people
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| Much taller than me And partly its the boots but
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| Mostly its my chi
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| And Im becoming transfixed
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| With nature and my part in it Which I believe just signifies
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| Im finally waking up And theres this moth outside my kitchen door
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| Shes bonkers for that bare bulb
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| Flying round in circles
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| Bashing in her exoskull
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| And out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon
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| But get her around a light bulb and shes doomed
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| She is trying to evolve
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| Shes just trying to evolve
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| Now lets get talking reefer madness
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| Like some arrogant government cant
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| By any stretch of the imagination
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| Outlaw a plant
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| Yes, their supposed authority over nature
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| Is a dream
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| Cmon people
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| Weve got to come clean
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| Cuz they are locking our sons
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| And our daughters in cages
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| They are taking by the thousands
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| Our lives from under us Its a crash course in religious fundamentals
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| Now lets all go to war
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| Get some bang for our buck
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| I am trying to evolve
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| Im just trying to evolve
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| Gunnin for high score in the land of dreams
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| Morbid bluish-white consumers ogling luminous screens
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| On the trail of forgetting
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| Cruising without a care
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| The jet set wont abide by that pesky jet lag
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| And our lives boil down to an hour or two
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| When someone pulls a camera out of a bag
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| And I am trying to evolve
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| Im just trying to evolve
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| So I walk like Im on a mission
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| Cuz thats the way I groove
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| I got more and more to do
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| I got less and less to prove
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| It took me too long to realize
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| That I dont take good pictures
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| Cuz I have the kind of beauty
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| That moves |