| From a crooked cottage on the hill,
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| I can see tomorrow’s rain
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| Rumble through destiny,
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| Down a Sleepy Hollow lane
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| If we’re all merely players
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| In a play on this great stage
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| The problem is the script writers
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| Ain’t on the same page
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| I echo through the mountain
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| When I’m singing in the air
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| From my lab,
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| A lad with lavish lyrics,
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| Living in his lair
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| I just write in my haven,
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| Set the challenge so to speak
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| Recite it to my raven
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| Like Edgar Allan Poe-try
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| I’ve been serving gems,
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| With a thin swerving pen
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| Transcribe the world
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| I see through a Tim Burton lens
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| To the grim certain end,
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| These rebels stay proud
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| Hear the levels way loud
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| At the Devil’s Playground
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| From my tower at sunset,
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| I watch all the misled
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| Slow motion,
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| Human lemmings
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| Running to the cliff’s edge
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| With this said,
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| Let’s get free from their grasp
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| 'cause there’s no path
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| To peace ya’ll,
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| Peace is the path
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| So I chill under the arctic
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| With my mellow cup of tea
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| And broadcast transmissions
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| From my Yellow Submarine
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| I’ve been trekking this trail
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| Since the earth was born
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| I sail my Black Pearl
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| Through this world’s Perfect Storm
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| It’s like
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| See every night
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| Through my eyes is a window
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| I watch life pass by
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| Like the wind blows
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| And when I turn from my mirror
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| That’s my intro
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| To step into this life
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| With my mic and some inspi… ration
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| Please forgive me
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| For my sins though
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| When I’m alone in the dark
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| Left in limbo
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| I light a thought
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| Like the spark to my Indo
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| Forever put it down
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| For my art and my kinfolk
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| I’m a field full of flowers,
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| I’m 'a bring it back by dinner
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| I’m the skill,
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| I’m the power
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| I’m a silverback gorilla
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| You steal a caterpillar,
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| Thinking your killer raps are iller
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| So while you beef
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| I’m fishing, writing, chilling
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| By the river
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| So let me introduce you
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| To my castle of calligraphy
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| The lights are on,
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| We’re all at home,
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| We march to a new symphony
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| That Mad Hatter
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| Of that motion music
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| Whose liquid lyricism
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| Leaves the oceans moonlit
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| So my pirate ship can set sail
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| Through the sun, rain, snow or hail
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| 'cause there’s something 'bout to happen
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| Like there’s something in the wind
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| On a quest without a vest
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| Like I’m Huckleberry Finn
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| So call me that book
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| With a spectacular twist
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| 'cause even Hogwarts
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| Ain’t seen magic like this
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| See I’m that author in the addict
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| That’ll liberate the mind
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| With a bird’s eye view
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| Trying to illustrate time,
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| I was born ready
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| See every night
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| Through my eyes is a window
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| I watch life pass by
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| Like the wind blows
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| And when I turn from my mirror
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| That’s my intro
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| To step into this life
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| With my mic and some inspi… ration
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| Please forgive me
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| For my sins though
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| When I’m alone in the dark
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| Left in limbo
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| I light a thought
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| Like the spark to my Indo
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| Forever put it down
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| For my art and my kinfolk |