| Nah, that ain’t my thing
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| Nah, come on
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| Let me have a go at it
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| Yea, I’ma leave the singing to you
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| Blind Music
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| Piano Flava on the beat
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| Sultan
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| Chrysopoeist
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| Hold up
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| I gotta go fast on this one
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| Try to identify the nature of erratic wave patterns
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| With a beat slew, brain chatter
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| Pitter patter, like the rainfall
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| Or a thief goin'
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| The getaway dance:
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| Down the hall
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| Of the mall
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| Mask on and all
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| Tryna make the big escape
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| Tryna not to fall
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| Yo, this is the break
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| Take it all
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| Leave nothin'
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| It’s the mantra of the poor
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| The big struggle to be more
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| And the world is small
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| It’s all about to crash together
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| We gotta learn to take a fall
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| Gotta learn to love our neighbors
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| Whether they tall or small
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| Or colorful
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| Or no color, at all
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| There’s no race other than the human beings
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| On the face of the Earth
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| Whether you believe it’s Flat or Round
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| Or Pear-shaped
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| Or some kinda turd floatin'
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| In the inner ring of the cosmic
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| Toilet bowl, Just waste
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| Just change your fate
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| And wait there, I got a friend
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| And he got something to say
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| Straight coming from the under-top
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| People guessing what we got
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| We’ve driven circles
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| All around, yet we’re lost
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| I’m displaced, you see
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| Your ashes freeze, the after image haunting me
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| Moon-lit faded ground
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| Yet no breathing crowned
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| In the realm of the unseen
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| My eyes just felt you leave
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| Our lullabies are what make us so unique
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| Just run away with me
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| (Forget All the Rest)
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| Shifted Castles are all but incomplete
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| We’d finally be free
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| (Forget All the Rest)
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| Forget all of the rest
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| Remember what’s next
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| Don’t give me no stress
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| I’m building castles, in my head
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| Instead of waves lost
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| Erratically, eradicating, eroding
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| My seven dimensions of coherent thought
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| Beyond it all
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| I can see the fall
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| Of the current Universe
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| The implosion
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| That lead to the next bang
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| That start it all
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| Telephone rang, and I got a call
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| It’s myself, tellin' me, not to waste my life
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| Not to get involved with
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| Anything, that gon' hold me back, from evolving
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| Into the man that understands
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| The ways of the land
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| The ways of the man who know what he want
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| The ways of a woman who know what she want
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| And the ways of everyone in between
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| Still searchin' for their soul
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| Still searchin' for the bond
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| With the Universe, to make them whole
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| (Sultan!)
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| Chrysopoeist with the flow
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| Bentley Records make it go
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| Now I gotta let you go
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| But first, lemme let you know
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| Put yourself first, before the world
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| Before you live for others set your goals
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| Strangest of all is how it seems
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| Collectively, you’re just as drawn to me
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| It’s the nature of instinct to answer the call
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| So what are you waiting for?
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| Our lullabies are what make us so unique
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| Just run away with me
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| (Forget All the Rest)
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| Shifted Castles are all but incomplete
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| We’d finally be free
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| (Forget All the Rest) |