| I wanna reach heaven but not for the hell of it
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| Just cos I might benefit
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| Tie-dyed skies fix minds like therapists
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| You can’t lie to yourself, it’s irrelevant
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| Beauty is eloquent
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| Yet it’s hard to define in a word or a sentence
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| Not out to harm yet I’m back with the vengeance
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| Step with repentance
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| Liquid type flows they further momentum
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| Charge past the entrance
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| Past your dementia
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| Far past the mentra
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| Masked up avenger
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| Calmly move bricks towards stars like Jenga
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| Less time for mentors the mental
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| Mentally mentors the pencil
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| The sketch stays free — no stencil
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| See a pasture as a field for potential
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| With which each harvest yields sentimental
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| As years pass I reap and sow residential bounds
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| With my ear to the ground like telephones
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| Now for the snitch on the corner with the brown nose
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| Tryin' to send you down
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| If you ever get the wires crossed
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| Never look down
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| I said «Never look down»
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| I stay movin'
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| Like the Earth on its axis cruisin'
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| In the galaxy of unknown realities
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| Look to the stars see perceptions unravelling
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| I work high like a skylight fitter
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| Till the tired eyes flitter
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| As the firelight flickers
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| Never bitter when I sip my liquor
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| You’ll be quicker for the draw
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| And I never mean strallies
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| I mean a bunch of high Gs, that’s me
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| Certified like the size of my brandy
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| Hot property like the pies in the pantry
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| If I see them then I swipe them standardly
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| Can’t seem to help it
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| Got the munchies off a bag of cheese
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| Relapsed to chattin' breeze
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| Once again, I done did it man
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| How can it be
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| That I spend my time stabbin' at a bubble
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| Just tryin' to set my passion free
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| Whatever animal instinct will challenge me
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| To push myself further
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| Make the earner
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| Stash it in the back burner
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| Burn the cash and say Guy Fawkes done me over
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| Who gives a fuck?
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| I told him I weren’t even the owner
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| It’s like three in the bed
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| Bigger one said «Roll over»
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| Ho! | 
| Don’t make me get vulgar
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| Like ball bags of beef curtains
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| Freak occurrence
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| Speech caused disturbance
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| Read it and weep
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| Sheets bleach blind
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| No need for assurance
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| Must think for yourself
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| Reach for your purpose
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| Each to your own
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| Seek, lead, stay determined
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| I stay movin'
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| Like the Earth on its axis cruisin'
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| In the galaxy of unknown realities
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| Look to the stars see perceptions unravelling |