| Cool your move, like you ain’t got no worries,
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| They all worry, when they hear you
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| There you float in all your esteem glory
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| A theory of sound is ringing through, leaving no clues
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| Run, run the ceremony, ain’t no one trick pony
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| Run, run the ceremony, swagger with your cronies
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| Man, you flail like you’re a fish out of water
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| Swim in water, swim in wine
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| Like a bird who keeps on flying higher
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| Let the others lead the blind, the ones with no eyes
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| You got cunning eyes and a cooly tale
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| They resemble someone
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| Yeah cunning eyes, you resist their spell,
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| Never to be outdone
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| Let the others lead the blind
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| Run, run the ceremony, ain’t no one trick pony
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| Run, run the ceremony, swagger with your cronies
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| Run, run the ceremony, ain’t no one trick pony
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| Run, run the ceremony, swagger with, swagger with your…
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| You go yarn, march to your own drummin'
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| Attempt to inform me, if you’re dead
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| Still you blow, with people forever hummin'
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| Can’t get it out of our blood and out of the head,
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| Transfusion instead
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| Run, run the ceremony, ain’t no one trick pony
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| Run, run the ceremony, swagger with your cronies
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| Run, run the ceremony… ceremony, ceremony
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| Run, run the ceremony… swagger, swagger |