| Smoke up, do what you must do
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| Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes
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| Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep
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| The morning star we reach, think for yourself
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| And that’s you, you times a million
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| Look around, we surround the fields
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| On guard for the perfection of the seed
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| Perfection of the seed
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| Try hard to stop us which you can’t
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| Outnumbered by the marijuana camps
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| Larger than nations, I can’t name one without
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| Must kill the king of drought
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| Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the sky
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| Look around, we surround the fields
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| On guard for perfection of the seed
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| Perfection of the seed
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| This way of life has become an addiction
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| Despite right or wrong and their closed superstition
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| This way of life has become an addiction
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| Despite right or wrong, despite right or wrong
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| Despite right or wrong
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| Perfection of the seed |