| Suger in the gastank and sand in the vasoline
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| Buck 65 and foreign currencies
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| Just in case and for emergencies, i keep double copies, single pairs
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| Of plastic explosive if i need them for signal flairs. |
| goshdarnit
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| I’m the intesifying image of your last hope incarnate
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| Five percent fairytale
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| And ninety-five of me is hardwork and i rarely fail
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| Even though i’m very pale, i wear a suit of armor and
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| In the summer time i ride my bike and get a farmer’s tan
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| Forty-one to thirty and i’m ok for hours
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| Backstage at the showcase, i want bouquets of flowers
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| A large order of frieds and i’m sort of surprised
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| Because the same thing happened in the lord of the flies
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| When piggy lost his glasses and got crushed by a boulder
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| Thanks and no, and even though i’m touched, i am older
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| 47,516. |
| all i need’s a flexed wrist
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| Stupid djs would give their right arm to be ambidextrous
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| The path of radical thought is mathematical
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| I substract distractions in addition to inhibitions
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| Now c’mon everybody, click your heels and do the dorothy
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| Don’t go lookin' for trees through the forestry
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| I’ll calmy and gladly tell your mommy and daddy
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| That their little baby girl is part of an experiment
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| I never meant to scare anyone, i’ve been honest, i’ve been nice
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| But i feel like i’m skating on thin ice
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| And my skates need sharpening
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| I got hardwood floors, but i cover them up with some nice shag carpeting
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| I’ve pulled whole lotsa dollars out of whole lotsa pockets
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| But life is still just a big old bowl of cherries
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| And luck berries to chew on, and any kind of fruit juice
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| I used to always either have a bleeding nose or loose tooth
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| That was in the seventies, i’ll tell ya ladies and gentlemen
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| That after bein' in the nineties, replaced the eighties' adrenalin
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| These be the things that the world says to censor
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| And it will snap your head back like an old-fashioned pez-dispenser
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| So try to stay on top of it, in fact, knowing opposites attract
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| The best thing might be to open windows for security
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| As we slip into obscurity, and something more comfortable
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| Try to bear in mind that memory is parallax |