| My heart’s beating, like the tribes
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| Rising like the phoenix out the ashes
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| When I channel rhyme
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| Freedom of the mind
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| Ain’t a crime ban the alibi
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| Ignite the light body
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| Pull my arms back and forth
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| Forth and back, back and forth
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| Then I’m taking flight
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| There’s a star, there’s a star
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| There’s a Star Being
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| High up in the sky
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| Don’t be startled when you see them
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| In essence they’re
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| Getting more present
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| AM to the PM
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| Trust in the heart
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| Don’t trust in the P. M
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| Real eyes, realise
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| Real lies see them
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| With the three of them
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| Pinecone
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| Replicated shape
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| Stays key to the seat
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| Of the soul of your being
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| Gold lights healing
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| No time to reason
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| Ghost in the speaker
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| Bringing heat
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| For the evening
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| Opening the curtain
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| Then enveloped
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| By a purple light
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| Lightning strikes fireflies
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| Dying on a rainbow vibe
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| Mind frame mesmerised
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| Photogenic exercise
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| Saving memories
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| Every millisecond
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| Is well advised
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| Where do you exist
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| If there’s no such thing as time?
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| Where do you exist
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| If there’s no such thing as time?
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| On the piff highway traveling
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| Linking up with the mountain men
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| Eons of years more advanced
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| Why you doubting him?
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| Who are you? |
| Who am I?
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| Stars we count as them
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| I’m at a base
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| In the hollow earth
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| With the Jura Mountain men
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| Converse with telepathic words
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| Let me cut to the chase
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| Pass the secateurs
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| I’m paid a visit
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| From bees in the park
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| It’s regular
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| Met them at the centre
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| Of the first conceived nebula
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| Structure of the message
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| That was left was molecular
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| It said that Mother Earth’s in trouble
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| And we must respect her
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| Elevate our frequencies
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| Meditate and connect with her
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| Never heckle her heckle her
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| Heck we’re still in debt to her
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| For blowing up
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| The nukes in her womb
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| And fooled to neglect her
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| Better change our actions
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| Coz she’s running
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| Out of nectar
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| We don’t wanna fall fall
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| Like like the rain rain
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| Maybe there’s a couple people
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| Think I gone insane, sane
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| In the brain brain
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| In the brain brain
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| Or maybe they have
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| For not really using theirs
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| Shooting clay pigeons
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| When you need to eat
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| Is not prepared especially
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| When food for thoughts
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| Flavours way better here
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| Time to lose the blinkers
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| Wipe the sleep off and stare
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| Fire coining out the speakers
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| Energies like solar flares
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| Old mottos come to mind
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| He who dares wins, I dared
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| Going on veterany
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| But there’s no pets in here
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| Straight wild animals
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| That put a saber tooth
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| Through fearrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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| I think I made that clear
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| I think I made that clear
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| On the piff highway traveling
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| Linking up with the mountain men
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| Eons of years more advanced
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| Why you doubting him?
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| Who are you? |
| Who am I?
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| Stars we count as them |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hyperborean Dreams , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album The Road to the Interdimensional Piff Highway, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп