| My soundscapes reverberate in zones that I’m roamin' in
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| Echoes stay copious, maybe there’s no controlling 'em
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| Waves show no apathy, crashing yet I’m condonin' those
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| And fear for the ones who yet to flee the fallopian
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| Eternal souls are pure as a spirit 'til incarnation forms
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| I open it, cracks in the concrete where a lone rose is flourishing
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| Enlightenment to happiness, love all the way to sufferin'
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| Emotions are a thing that you’re livin' I’ll take you none of it
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| Every life’s a curve just certain ones are voluptious
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| I’m perched on the bridge of insanity like a sittin' duck
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| Lungs singed and blood spittin' flames never spit a dud
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| See the snakes live with the vivid, the spliffs I bun
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| Spent my life splittin' bud
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| Numb me like killing a citizen in a hit and run
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| But little truth it can’t be done, I figured that and passed it on
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| I’m bringin' back the art that’s lost
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| Gorillas in the mist I see them swingin' from the arms of God
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| I’m runnin' in the jungle bare-face
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| With no armour on, where am I, I can’t be gone
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| I can’t be gone
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| I feel alive don’t take me away
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| Thought patterns in the momentary soundscape
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| I can’t leave, man, I live for the day
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| Breathe in, breathe out, exhale, those flames
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| Trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea
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| A prelude to a kiss, I sunbathe in the stars
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| Polka-dots and moonbeams, and if you see my saviour
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| Don’t challenge his behaviour
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| A faded picture of a yesterdays and what it gave ya
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| Along the lullaby, with black velvet melancholy
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| It’s what it’s always been, regrets of a nobody
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| King of the wild frontier, farmers and the partisan
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| Hold eleven generations in a single tear
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| And that’s what makes a man, the truth will set you free
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| A revolution of the mind that inspire the streets
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| And some will gradually imploding on the image of a killer
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| Trapped in a grey house of mirrors
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| And when doves cry, I’m like the man with the child
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| In his eyes tearing at my the flesh for every terrible lie
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| That’s told, because the truth’s too cold
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| And everyone should know the story of the moss and the Rolling Stones
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| And as we Fliptrix and build soundscapes
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| We try providing you a plan for a quick escape
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| 'Cause this is music from the heart and you can hear the pray
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| (Breathe in breathe out exhale those flames)
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| I feel alive don’t take me away
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| Thought patterns in the momentary soundscape
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| I can’t leave, man, I live for the day
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| Breathe in, breathe out, exhale, those flames |