| Born a sole soul
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| Live a sole soul
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| Kill a sole soul
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| Still a soul so alone
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| From a sole soul
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| To a soul so alone
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| He a sole soul
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| She a sole soul
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| Me a sole soul
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| We a sole soul so alone
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| Born a sole soul
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| Live a sole soul
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| Kill a sole soul
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| Still a soul so alone
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| You see the knee bone’s connected to the thigh bone
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| And the hand bone’s connected to the iPhone
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| And the pinecone’s connected to the pine tree that makes the air that I breathe
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| the breeze creates the cyclone
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| The broken home is connected to the bar fly
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| And Luke will always be connected to when Darth died
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| Because the light is connected to the dark side
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| But separate from the white side when every day is apartheid
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| Apartments with the bars on the window
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| The bar that we limbo below where we tremble every time the wind blows
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| The intro to the climax your O face to the five packs of Pampers pull up
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| diapers you got piled up in the wide back of that Chrysler
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| Town and country when you pull up in the whip
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| Connected to when you and your homies were single and connected at the hip |
| Cigarette connected to your lovers lip like a single drop of spit
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| Spit in her palm and those fingertips connected to that
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| From a sole soul
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| To a soul so alone
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| Born a sole soul
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| Live a sole soul
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| Kill a sole soul
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| Still a soul so alone
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| He a sole soul
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| She a sole soul
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| Me a sole soul
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| We a soul so alone
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| Okay, the hip bone’s connected to the everything
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| Cause every life’s connected
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| The smallest things that’s otherwise neglected
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| Like the smallest wings of insects could cause a chain of events
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| That move until the universe’s butterfly affect it
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| That’s been our story since before a butterfly existed
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| Remember when you fell and got a boo-boo and mother tried to kiss it?
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| Better off to grab the Neosporin bandage right this instant
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| Said the doctor but your momma knew her love and like could fix it
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| It seems even the science might’ve missed it
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| The physical emotion no dividing quite as distant
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| As divisions put in place to separate us by our pigment
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| Shit is ig’nant
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| It’s imagination race just a figment of it
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| Humankind is as connected as the mind and body |
| Bodies connected at the penis and vagina prolly
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| Give less a fuck about our differences than laws of nature
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| Like gravity upon your skateboard when you tried to ollie |