| Don’t ever fucking question that
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| Don’t ever fucking question that
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| Don’t ever fucking question that
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| Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights
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| To place you dangerously close to that sun
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| Enough to acknowledge the flaws you can’t ignore
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| And recognize the cause of what’s done is done
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| More than enough to put my name behind my ideals
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| And neglect my logic twice daily
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| Enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky
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| With gems when I remember how you use to call me baby
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| Enough to look in my mirror with the test
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| For every tear you shed regardless of why you wept
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| Enough to curse any man who can’t appreciate the depths of the ocean
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| I swam till I ran out of breathe
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| I love you don’t ever fucking question that
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| This why we probably never get along
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| If I was better at finding the right words to say
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| I wouldn’t need to right these motherfucking songs
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| I love you (I love you) Never (Never)
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| Don’t ever fucking question that (I love you)
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| Don’t ever fucking question that
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| Riding the public transit
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| I study the black stairs to answer the question
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| of how and why I got so many gray hairs
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| I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord
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| And I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we meet the lord
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| Single filed lines to give her a pound one at a time
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| But when I faced her I attempted to embrace her she looked so fine
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| I awokened from my sleep
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| before her bodyguard had the chance to beat me to submission
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| And I still walked with my religion
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| I watched the children scurry in circles around the two-way mirror
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| Worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer
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| I hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin
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| Gassing me up about the love i plucked and not been stuck within
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| For every eclipse that stairs at me from the other side of a paper cup of espresso
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| I light a match beneath the kettle
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| And for every set of lips that come attached
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| and equipped with that program to seek success
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| I bleed my ethic at a slow drip
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| I know a man who knew meet a woman don’t remember where
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| Big beautiful eyes and light brown hair
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| She was from the Burbs he was from Southside of the city
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| This is back when Franklin Avenue was still pretty
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| Two different worlds apart
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| But the world is just a small town
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| We all know how people like to get down
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| Here we go Aquarius, Pisces
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| Feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul
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| Push up that came without the glove dumb the pain
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| The magic from up above what it does to the brain
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| Make the love paint the picture write the song
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| The player meet a virgin made a Virgo named him Sean
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| Make the love paint the picture write the song
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| The player meet a virgin made a Virgo named him Sean
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| Make the love paint the picture and write that song
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| Til the break of dawn
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| I love you don’t ever fucking question that
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| This why we probably never get along
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| If i was better at finding the right words to say
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| I wouldn’t need to right these motherfucking songs
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| Make the love paint that picture write the song
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| (I could quit writing all these songs)
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| Make the love paint that picture write the song
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| (I could quit writing all these songs)
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| Make the love paint that picture write the song
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| (I could love fucking all these songs)
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| Make the love paint that picture write the song
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| (I could quit writing all these songs)
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| I love you (I love you) |