| I was walking one afternoon
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| On a lonely stroll, just me
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| I ran into my soul
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| It said, «You sold me
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| You sold me out, homie.»
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| What’s that all about
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| And I said, «Well
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| See, there’s things I can do without you
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| I can ride in fancy cars, and I can talk to broads
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| And I can live in a mansion and look handsome
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| Even be friends with Nick Cannon
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| I could be smothered in gold and fancy clothes with fancy hoes and,»
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| Then I said wait, «Why am I trying to prove things to you, soul?
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| What can you do?»
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| And he said
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| «I can dance amongst the stars at night
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| I can stand beside the sun and shine
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| I can move with moon and soon
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| I’ll be able to fly with you so long
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| My miracle mind, my miraculous inspiration to sing songs
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| So long, my phenomenon and on and on
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| Until the sun is dawn
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| I can dance amongst the stars at night
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| I can stand beside the sun and shine
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| I can move with moon and soon
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| I’ll be able to fly with you so long
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| My miracle mind, my miraculous inspiration to sing songs
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| So long, my phenomenon and on and on
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| Until the sun is dawn.» |