| You would dance for infinity
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| Moonshine through your bloodstream
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| No remedy
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| Equivalent to slime when I rhyme
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| Can’t belly me
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| Can’t stomach the bars
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| I’m dark flow, ebony
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| Solar energy, I’m naturally high
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| If I can’t tough mics I might actually die
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| I mean actually die, like
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| Soul touch the sky
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| Laying on a cloud with a bakewell pie
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| If you wanna hear knife, gun, knife, gun crime
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| Feel free to change the channel
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| 'Cus I’m not your guy
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| He’s a clear flannel, sonny
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| Wipe your eye
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| You’re getting all emotional
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| Now please don’t cry on me
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| Tired of these kids calling me «cunt»
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| Calling me «prick»
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| Throwing pencils about, who threw that?
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| That hit my lip
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| The stress kinda follows me home
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| Fills up my space
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| This job kinda grates on my bones
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| Can’t erase
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| The blind leading the blind
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| The youth lacks vision
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| They write over legends
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| And things that are glistening
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| And this is the world that we’re living in?
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| Mic check 1, 2
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| Are you listening?
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| As I hopscotch over shit
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| Trying get home
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| Sirens are screaming
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| Headphones are blown
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| I’m longing for the moonlight
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| Longing for the stars
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| I’m longing for my bed
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| And I’m longing for Mars
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| I need sleep
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| Awkward though pouring out the dome
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| After-work drinks got me feeling kinda slow
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| Like a polar bear
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| Casually walking through the snow
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| We’re moonshining
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| I’m moonshining
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| We’re moonshining
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| We’re just moonshining
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| We’re just moonshining
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| I’m moonshining
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| We’re just moonshining
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| We’re just moonshine
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| And reflect
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| And reflection
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| We use the moonlight
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| And the dark as a weapon
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| Our heart’s made of glass
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| Tell me, what do you see?
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| A high skylark
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| In our fantasy
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| In our fantasy |