| My name was this
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| My name was that
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| Now that my name been nixed
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| My aim is wisdom
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| No more parlor tricks
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| I’m too hard to track
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| Nonetheless I exist
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| Outside the system
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| I’m too blessed to stress
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| Too strong to wrong
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| I am too cool to fool
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| Too calm to con
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| I am too fresh to fetch
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| Too healed to heel
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| I am too free to flee
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| Too real to kneel
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| Now that the time and place
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| To corrupt time and space
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| Has become commonplace
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| I’m on the case
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| This is all just a game
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| There ain’t no need for shame
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| There ain’t no need for change
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| No need for pain
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| Thanks to my guiding grace
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| I’m alongside the greats
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| I am inside the gates
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| Ain’t no more sour grapes
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| Where’s I before’s askew, now I’m straight
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| Where I before was screwed
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| Not I’m chaste
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| CANT SOLVE ME
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| I DON’T EVEN CARE
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| TRY AND CALL ME
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| I DON’T EVEN HEAR
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| I AIN’T EVEN HERE
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| Gather round boys and girls
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| Lemme tell you a tale
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| Of a new kind of brain
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| That does not have a name
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| But will always prevail
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| Give in and give it up
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| Don’t mind overriding your serotonin inhibitors
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| Leave on the lights
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| All the stars are aligned
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| At this time I would like
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| To thank god i’m alive
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| On the day I was born
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| Everything was foretold
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| When the first thing I saw
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| Was my own broken mold
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| When it gets late at night
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| Sometimes I lie awake
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| Sometimes I’ll take a hike
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| Sometimes I hibernate
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| All that I have is now
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| I do not have a past
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| I do not walk a path
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| I do not have a plan
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| I remain free to choose
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| That which I want to be
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| That which I want to do
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| That might be news to you
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| But it’s not news to me
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| So let’s cut the crap
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| Go ahead zip your lip
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| While I go bridge the gap
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| CANT SOLVE ME
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| I DON’T EVEN CARE
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| TRY AND CALL ME
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| I DON’T EVEN HEAR
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| CANT SOLVE ME
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| I DON’T EVEN CARE
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| TRY AND CALL ME
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| I DON’T EVEN HEAR
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| I AIN’T EVEN HERE
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| Had to turn off the screen
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| Put down the phone
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| Which was good for my health
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| When I’m all by myself
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| I am still not alone
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| When I go overseas
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| I remain overseen
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| When I go down the road
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| It is all kings and queens
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| When I keep company
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| I don’t go after things
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| I let things come to me
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| Till they land in my hand
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| Because it’s rude to grab
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| That is the way I got
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| Everything that I have
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| None of which I will keep
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| ‘Cause I like letting go
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| Much like the autumn leaves
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| Much like the fallen snow
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| Or the clouds overhead
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| Must continue to move
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| Or the day and the night
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| And the sun and the moon
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| I don’t ask how or why
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| But observe what and when
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| I am not one of you
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| I am not one of them
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| I am a one of one
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| That’s for sho'
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| Being me 101s
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| All I know
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| I DON’T EVEN CARE
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| I DON’T EVEN HEAR
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| I AIN’T EVEN HERE |