| Cut your head up nice, kid
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| Now you can rewind
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| To find the time to sit down
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| And clear out your mind
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| Well, I’ve been stacking things up
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| So I can’t be cruel
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| And you’ve been sitting stagnant
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| On your father’s pew
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| And I, I want to go on
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| Into the context that I came from
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| Back the ground, back to that heartbeat
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| I once found and it turned into earth
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| You pound yourself like you owe
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| The world some defense
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| And the podium is burning
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| And you owe no penance
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| But I once saw a woman kneel
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| In the Great American Hall
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| In a whisper to her daughter baby
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| You are my miracle, oh
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| And I, I want to go on
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| Into the context that I came from
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| Back the ground, back to that heartbeat
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| I once found and turned into earth
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| Back the contents worth, back to your favorite scheme
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| Now tell me when’s your big scene
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| 'Cause either way you see it, I’m lost over you
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| And either way you need it, I’m all over you
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| And either way you see it I’m boss over you
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| To the ground, back to that heartbeat
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| I once found and turned into earth
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| Back to the contents worth
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| Back to your favorite scheme
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| Now tell me when’s your big scene |