Don't be ridiculous, which of us is normal?
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Honk 'til someone puts your foot down
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Walk the streets with frost
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fly but don't touch
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No song in the background
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You live it ends, your name is not written at the end
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Just hang your face
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No, put on a leash and stereotype you
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Don't come and mess up
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Did you suffer too
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Words are not made of pearls, pour out pearls without spilling
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You don't understand what's wrong
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“Your mind is in the air,” says the old woman, the wise woman
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wolf of fiction
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Master of the heart kung fu
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Everyone has it!
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drama, drama, drama
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It's all over here, it's a disregard
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They are ranting, "Oh, I'll put it too"
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8 am again, neither the office nor the sophisticated
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Don't pull the pin don't give up… cut the rope off the top
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Isn't it enough puppet game
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Let's not be a sheep for things that exceed your height
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close topic
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But don't say forget
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Don't say no, forget it
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But don't say forget
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yes hope now
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Suppose no day is the same to you
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Did you realize how nice it would be to wake up every morning without thinking?
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Even if your blood is warm, in doubt
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A good day is actually in essence, a twinkle on your face
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a meaning in your eyes
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You know, there is no heart or a yard
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There is no help to me from this land
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Gotta go out and look for my luck
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what about me?
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But how do they come on me
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Look, he's pulling out of his grip
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It's tempting me again
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what about me?
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Don't be ridiculous, which of us is a sinner
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If we look at our situation, everyone is in shackles.
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Measured by money
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How far we derail
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It goes so far, it will come anyway
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Consider «timeline»
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Everyone is cocky
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Everyone's pooping state
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Is everyone leyla?
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Don't listen to everyone, don't wait from everyone
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Get out of the center, away from the matrix
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Streets are structures that have had their share of tetris
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They used to say open, now closed doors
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Is that something too?
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Is it going to happen?
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Before things get messy
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Straw with straw
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A stone in hand and a slingshot
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bad is always bad
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The trap is waiting
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A sinking ship as we speak!
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“Even God cannot sink it,” he said.
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Honesty buried in the Atlantic
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life was a prize
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It used to be an acre
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Now we see what
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it's time
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Let's get out of this town
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without leaving a trace
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End it now, nightmare
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Without further ado…
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You know, there is no heart or a yard
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There is no help to me from this land
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Gotta go out and look for my luck
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what about me?
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But how do they come on me
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Look, he's pulling out of his grip
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It's tempting me again
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what about me? |