| Over seasons, like so many times before
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| You drop drop drop it 'til you break down the walls
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| Over seasons, when you come disobey
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| Just keep on droppin' 'til the break of the day
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| Over seasons, like so many times before
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| You drop drop drop it till you break down the walls
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| Over seasons, when you come not obey
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| Just keep drop drop drop drop…
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| Back in 1994 there was no reason that we had wanted to play
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| But a vision of expression
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| An ability to reason with the worries in our lives
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| An ability we’d recognized
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| How many times, would composition turn into confession?
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| Building a foundation for our youth to grow into progression
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| Making our days, free-will reside, we say!
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| Now you know things ain’t right
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| And the pressure that you’re granted from this life
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| And forever you had wondered what’s in store
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| 'Til you stand up and not take it anymore!
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| Doubted about the things you do
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| And de? |
| ant of your scattered mental institute
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| No second guessing when it’s already past
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| Denying that it wouldn’t last
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| Here’s to the days, here’s to the nights
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| Throughout the years, how many nights? |
| Here’s to the daze that paved the way!
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| We say!
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| Now you know things ain’t right
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| And the pressure that you’re granted from this life
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| And forever you had wondered what’s in store
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| That’s when you stand up and not take it anymore!
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| Like we’d done before!
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| The seize of day, turned on into night!
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| And open wide! |