| You wash your face in my sink
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| In my sink
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| In my sink (sink)
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| In my sink (sink)
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| Simplicity with synchronicity makes a mind meld
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| Revealed if possible like a walk through a mine field
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| Sadly, you get up to bat and take a swing thing
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| Should I
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| Shouldn’t I try?
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| Too late
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| You sunk into the sink that I wash my face
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| In my sink
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| Tougher
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| That’s what I’m getting
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| I’m getting rougher
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| And you beat me?
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| Suffer
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| The loss of an attempt well tried
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| Well your side tried
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| But my side will never be denied
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| Cause I’m swinging it stinging neglection
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| With an injection of truth
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| I’ve come to untwist the twisted youth
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| How does it feel now that I’ve got you all to think?
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| Yeah, and wash your face in my sink
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| Here I go I here I go I here I go again
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| I have a little place to send a little false friend
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| Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts
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| A little negative taught
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| Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence
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| That makes sense
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| So now I’ll change tune for the tune allows changes
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| For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges
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| What I just spoke into a language called speech
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| You try to catch it but you just can’t reach
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| For you leave a ring around the basin
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| When you wash your face in, face in
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| In my sink
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye
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| You constantly lie «when doves cry»
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| Out that you are not about what you say
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| The image, the field you reveal and portray
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| For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism
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| So please listen
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| Up not down
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| For down is the devil
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| So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble
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| You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel
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| For this is pure pain
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| Pick ax and a shovel
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| Hear no command
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| Hear just warning
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| If you wake up in the morning
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| And wash your face in my sink
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| Swing on the grounds of the play ground
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| The wire to the amp to improve the sound
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| I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean
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| And witness the warriors of the dream
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| For the bigger the orange
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| Is the bigger the peel
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| Thieves who steal
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| Get a wheel for real
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| A spin 'til infin or until I give a pardon
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| Me, I never promised you a rose garden
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| Or nourishment just punishment for a fink
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| Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink
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| You wash your face in my sink
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| Open up the door
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| Step across the wet floor
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| You can make it
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| You can tape it
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| This rhyme forevermore
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| Peer into the drain as the water goes down
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| Why do you frown? |
| It’s the end of the sound
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| But bring back the rhyme
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| For the rhyme is evaporated
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| And all of the sucker MCs
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| To the Jones is saying
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| They would
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| They could
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| They think
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| But never ever never dare try
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| To wash their face in my sink |