| Get your head straight before it’s too late.
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| Get your head straight and find a better way.
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| There are good nights, and there are hard rides.
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| There are a million things to think about when you give up getting high.
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| Limited sight came back to tired eyes,
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| And we watched the city lights fight brightly with their will to stay alive.
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| Everything is gonna be alright.
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| Get your head straight before it’s too late.
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| Get your head straight and find a better way.
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| On the whole, we don’t talk much anymore.
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| We might as well be blind and left to rely on scent and semaphore.
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| This contact craving doesn’t legalize these conscious contradictions,
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| Constrained, and content to stay inside.
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| This year goes out to metamorphosis.
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| There’s gotta be a better way to begin to get some more from this.
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| The problem is, I don’t know what it is.
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| (But I’ll come)
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| When I find out.
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| These are the seeds to monstrous trees.
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| When I find out…
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| They’re growing out and dropping leads.
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| When I find out,
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| They’re gonna harvest.
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| When I find out,
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| I’m gonna promise to get my head straight.
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| Get your head straight before it’s too late.
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| Get your head straight and find a better way. |