| Rolling over keys that dig my side
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| Try to get my ass out of bed and drive, and drive
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| Feel I’m slipping day by day
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| Past the time I was on my way
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| Happiness and black both known, much learned
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| Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns
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| Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold
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| Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low
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| Sentenced served, you’re free to be
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| Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides
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| A brand new day, I’m looking for a change to come around
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| Siddhartha on my mind
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| Beggar pick up your crown
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| Seeking all the things untried
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| Disarray, this thing called life
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| Happiness and black both known, much learned
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| Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns
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| Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold
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| Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low
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| Sentenced served, you’re free to be
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| Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides
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| Another day, I’m looking for a change to come around
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| Siddhartha on my mind
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| Beggar pick up your crown |