| On and on and on
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| Once again it’s on
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| We glowed in the dark for so long
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| And then came dawn
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| Once again
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| Me and moe skinny dipping with thicc chicks
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| Both of us hoping they know about shrinkage
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| Soaking in the ocean, a big O in the distance
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| The colorscheme of that moment was splendid
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| Once again I wake up
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| Like, «I don’t recall saying that»
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| My coffee and my shade’s black
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| Once again I find myself in a haystack
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| Nights longer than train tracks
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| Faded like my face got paint cracks
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| (paint cracks)
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| Once again
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| Single mothers made the world go 'round
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| Lamp on the sky 'bout to turn on now
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| Rubbing my eyes in the early hours to see straight
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| Unlocking my mind, unlocking my bite
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| I need that supersonic flight, yeah
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| Once again the answer’s blowing in the breeze
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| I snatched it while it passed me
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| Put it on my cold sleeve, it goes:
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| On and on and on
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| Once again it’s on
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| We glowed in the dark for so long
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| And then came dawn
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| Once again
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| Axis of earth twirl like last night’s girls
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| But I ain’t spinning, I’m just riding 'round observing tho'
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| I see suckers running for office, try’nna master the twerk
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| Behind the curtain, puppet master at work
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| They had me at first, but yo, the last I heard
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| The «haves» ain’t having it when the «have» nine’s burst
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| It’s been a story to assassinate your worth
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| I see them talking 'bout how there’s angles in a circle
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| How the grass is purple, oh word, oh word
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| They sing «all praise be to the revenue»
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| I got a front row seat to the evil that men do
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| It’s ice cold how they be knowing hella truths
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| Like what kind of chemicals in my soup
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| Who selling weapons to who
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| You blind or dead inside if it don’t get to you
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| But I seen the future in the pupils, in my niece and nephews
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| It goes:
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| On and on and on
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| Once again it’s on
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| We glowed in the dark for so long
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| And then came dawn |