| I could write a song about a bong
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| So all the college kids could sing along
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| And I could get high with them
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| And I could sing a tune this afternoon
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| For all the babies booming, pills consuming truth
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| As the elders dream of youth
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| And this melody it sounds a bit like
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| It could be played in stores and malls
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| And I’ll take my check directly
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| And I’ll spend it all
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| And this chord, who’s it for?
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| Please pay five bucks at the door
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| And I swear I’m singing to you
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| Oh tell me, Oh tell me, I don’t know anymore
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| Ooooo, what am I singing for?
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| It’s my choice to use my voice
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| And you can choose to ignore
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| Ooooo, what am I singing for?
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| And I could write some words and tell the world
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| About a girl who strung me out like dirty pearls
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| But we’ve heard that story before
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| And I could make a beat and rap a hook for you to dance to
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| And the the clubs it shook would
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| Keep me crunk with my junk in the trunk
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| And your body don’t lie when you move to the funk
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| Two and four get the people through the door
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| While one and three live a little more lonely
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| People ignore the beats they can’t clap to anymore
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| And what’s a song if nobody listens, nobody cares
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| Won’t fit a box made with perfect squares
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| What could I do to convince you I’m still here
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| Oh tell me, Oh tell me, I don’t know anymore
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| Ooooo, what am I singing for?
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| It’s my choice to use my voice
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| And you can choose to ignore
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| Ooooo, what am I singing for |