| People dismiss them for no reason
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| Gotta take time out just to breathe in
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| And now, yoga (?) and stuff to see things
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| Down low antidotes people screaming
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| Wide awake, walking blind half sleeping, speaking
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| Why your phone keeps beeping?
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| A trillion forts, no rest till the weekend
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| I’m gonna make the colors trip and swirl
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| Getting something real for all the boys and girls
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| Filling my cup up up
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| Filling my cup of life (love?), of life (love?)
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| Thinking that one connects the dots
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| Taking a mental shot of us
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| Freezing pours for a minute
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| Just be in the moment
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| For a while let it sink in
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| The key thing the thing’s alright
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| Seem it the bleakist for the fly bird who only has three wings
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| Sits on the hill slowly scheming
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| I wonder if would they ever believe in
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| That his quirk is not just a freak thing
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| That’s what makes him stronger, faster at speeding
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| I’m gonna make the colors trip and swirl
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| Getting something real for all the boys and girls
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| Filling my cup up up
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| Filling my cup of life, of life
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| Thinking about what connects the dots |
| Taking a mental shot of us
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| Clouds in my hair
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| Crystals on my toes
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| Seven types of incense with a silver rose
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| Ah-ah, can you smell it? |
| Ah-ah
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| Flowers in my hair
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| Crystals on my toes
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| Seven types of incense with a silver rose
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| Ah-ah, can you smell it? |
| Ah-ah
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| Filling my cup up up
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| Filling my cup of life, of life
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| Thinking about what connects the dots
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| Taking a mental shot of us |