| I’m a spiritual wizard
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| Hiding out from these emotional blizzards
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| Just smoke no mirrors
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| Put it in the air hold it up like pillars
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| She cut me out like scissors
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| Rolled me up in big grey Rizla’s
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| She’s all toil and trouble
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| One of three Scottish sisters
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| But finding her was very difficult
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| Like playing Where’s Wally in a crowded room
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| Full of similar looking individuals
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| Like trying to keep art original
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| Surrounded by the stuff I love
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| Why am I still miserable?
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| I know God’s been kind
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| Why the fuck am I still cynical?
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| In and out of love with miraculous variation
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| That’s the daily hazards of a soul seeker
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| Just a danger of my occupation
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| Yet another explosive behavioural demonstration
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| Typical of my Gemini queen
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| I’m running out of Libra patience
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| Oh please, oh please
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| And now she’s on her knees
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| Oh jeez, oh jeez
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| Don’t make this about me
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| And you can live in my art forever
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| It’s calm, you can thank me later
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| I promise you’re one of the best
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| I promise you I don’t hate you
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| I promise you’re one of the best
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| I promise you I don’t hate you |