| I wanna spray you with your own trip
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| Flip off the handles, watch your weak flip
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| I wanna spray you with the basics
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| Getting through the hoop, no pause for any changes
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| The voice is leading this place
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| Why can’t I learn how to guide it?
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| I’m gonna go move out a space
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| Well, why can’t I move at a pace?
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| Take you to your own trip
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| Keep up with that much, too much, of it, hands up
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| Heavy like your overages
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| How you gonna get out of that extroverted pit?
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| We’re independently, the perfect mess
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| We are collectively, second best
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| But the second wave’ll stop any neck of the woods
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| And the music will confess that nothing can be destroyed
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| And the second wave’ll stop any neck of these woods
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| And the music will confess that nothing should be destroyed
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| The voice is leading this place
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| Why can’t I learn how to guide it?
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| I’m gonna go move out a space
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| Well, why can’t I move at a pace?
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| But the second wave’ll stop any neck of the woods
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| And the music will confess that nothing can be destroyed |