| The children dance hand in hand to expand ideas in fear of forgetting who they
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| are
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| The only remnants of reflection is the dusty horn section of a dying star
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| I’ve never been where I’m going and I don’t know where I’ll be
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| But I’ll keep things off the hook so don’t try to reach me
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| My eyes are slightly open now am starting to see
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| What my parents and grandmother were trying to teach me
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| See it rained on my parade drench floats and marching band
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| Soak the sponge now I plunge in my son’s laughter
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| Animated suspension with anti-matrix intentions language lifting
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| Put the script in one chapter
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| Is this what Jimmy felt when Purple haze was pending
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| Strumming the strings not know where the tunnel would end?
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| I’m learning somethings I’ve where karma bends
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| In that cliff where life and sacrifice blends
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| Illogic
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| They say the grass is always greener on the other side
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| I jump the fence so where I am won’t look so dismal
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| Saw a tidal wave coming thought I’d take a ride
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| Though I only feel alive when am holding a pencil
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| I volunteered to kamikaze now search for rejected seeds
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| But all I found was quil in loose leaf sheets
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| So as my my ship sinks I can only spill ink
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| And write my life away
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| I’ve done this twice today
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| I’ve danced with wolves and ate lunch with cannibals
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| Am allergic to fur so I don’t play with animals
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| I won’t dive in the main-stream
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| I’d rather be canon ball
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| Stressing life lessons in mic' sessions exposing flaws
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| See I read that satisfaction’s the death of desire
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| Am only satisfied when am left in the fire
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| Blazing blissful, yet absent minded
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| Am laughing 'cause I’ve lost myself and am tryna find him
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