| Shut off the aquaduct
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| (Not much you got?) for guzzling
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| When you take the ugly duckling and give his living some meaning
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| Now you got the answer
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| Curing all the cancer
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| From building blocks, to grocery spots. |
| On tabletops and city blocks
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| When clicking on the idiot box (your fine here niche?) is what we’re taught
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| You could call it a riddle, stuck in the middle
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| Searching for objects
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| Can you reply, can you rewind? |
| stuck in the bind
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| Wishing I could just turn back time
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| Remove and intertwine
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| Some leave, some stay behind
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| We search and find the perfect space
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| It’s all erased
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| Once in a while a smile’s composed. |
| Once in a while a file is closed
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| Killin a case what’s next to unfold for detective, sergeant, «OH»
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| New and improved, my prayers have been answered
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| How can it all run so 360? |
| I’m confused, cause I’ve been abused
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| Feelings always intermixing
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| What’s next for the resovoir dog floating the river on hollow logs
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| Making a journey to Exodus
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| Wondering who’s the next for this
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| It’s like a rubix cube, minus the cube and rubix
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| It’s just you there. |
| Now you stare at your hands, see?
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| These are the most important pieces secondary to the imagination station
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| That sits in between your two ears, and steers your exo-skeleton
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| To make what you do relevant
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| Within these gears, you change the world
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| Blow up mountains, repair bones, fix leaky faucets
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| And send up messages through rockets, gidgets, gadgets and sprockets
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| A man who’s makin some profits
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| While the unfortunate They fall off, it’s just the way it goes
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| Now heres the tricky part
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| You gotta start from birth, conquer turf, mark your Earth no matter the amount
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| You got your plot it’s to make it worth something, even if everyone else is
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| fronting
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| And avoid the noid to be like, «I didn’t have the time to provoke the effort to
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| make the ends meets to complete the measures.»
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| They never lead to treasures, only add more to the pressures
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| Coming faulty with the pleasures that are profitable and put you in the lead
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| You gotta think with speed. |
| It’s a lifesize jigsaw puzzle
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| Get what you need, or the answer to the meaning will crumble
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| You’ll stumble, you’ll fumble
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| Won’t be able to rumble with the rest of the participants in this game
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| It would be pretty lame if you ended up the same, you see
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| It’s like a rubix cube, minus the cube and rubix
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| It’s just you there
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| The heart-shaped box, sitting together between two rocks. |
| Opportunity knocks
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| Another strand of love to form the locks. |
| Drape in the eyes
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| Mistaken for disguise. |
| Treading water in all different walks
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| The days keep passing by. |
| The grease bubbles, it pops in a pan across the land
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| Struggle to gain financial pain falls like acid rain
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| A man stands in his own picks from a bone thrown to the dogs
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| A fan of falling deeply in it, call him the lieutenant
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| Such a devoted fan to living comfortable on the Earth
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| A wrinkle in time on a Grandfather Clock stalking
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| Hit since birth
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| For what it’s worth he believes in karma, and all that it brings back
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| But your still comes fairly, easing off counter attacks
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| Diseased in all this blender, negativity fills the cracks
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| And craters in the brain of a human being in the music seem fact
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| A creator loves creating 'til creating becomes monotonous
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| Then to the art his heart can’t be monogamous
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| At last, the magic wears off. |
| Now it’s a job
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| The heart can’t muster the energy to throb or get it’s head to bob
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| A lob to a teammate won’t last on a greater scale
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| Cause you later fail, waiting for the dog to chase it’s tail
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| From building blocks, to grocery spots. |
| On tabletops and city blocks
|
| When clicking on the idiot box (your fine here niche?) is what we’re taught
|
| You could call it a riddle, stuck in the middle
|
| Searching for objects
|
| Can you reply, can you rewind? |
| stuck in the bind
|
| Wishing I could just turn back time
|
| Remove and intertwine
|
| Some leave, some stay behind
|
| We search and find the perfect space
|
| It’s all erased
|
| Once in a while a smile composed. |
| Once in a while a file is closed
|
| Killin a case what’s next to unfold for detective sergeant, «OH»
|
| New and improved, my prayers have been answered |
| How can it all run so 360? |
| I’m confused, cause I’ve been abused
|
| Feelings always intermixing
|
| What’s next for the resovoir dog floating the river on hollow logs
|
| Making a journey to Exodus
|
| Wondering who’s the next for this
|
| Out with the old ideas, bring in the new ideas
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| Bonding is encouraged, separation discouraged
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| In order for us to flourish this planet break apart the granite
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| Marketing strategists kick it in the gleuteous-maximus
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| Spitting industrial pollution out the contusion of our adjectives
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| Later’s better than never in this jigsaw that we formulate
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| Some would say it’s all up to you. |
| Some would say hands are pulling strings
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| Calculating every move you make. |
| Explaining how you do your thing
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| DNA, and doctors know a lot to have answered. |
| To map out genes
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| And pass out features through strains
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| That would explain why we’re so vain when it comes to the name
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| A personalized signature verifying your originality. |
| Or is it simply a title
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| passed on by your first idols
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| Apparently the answer varies family to family. |
| So the candy can be poisoned,
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| or just too sweet to handle
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| Do ya see? |