| Welcome to the underworld
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| Where the love’s oversized
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| The kind that we like
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| Under, under, under, underworld
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| Roll in this feeling, it’s herb related
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| Let your eyes be your mind elating
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| This is a room where your ego can’t fake it
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| So go ahead, let your hair fall down
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| Though the world’s overpopulated
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| You can feel free, it’s love we’re making
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| You’d be a fool to refuse to take it
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| So don’t be shy, come inside
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| Welcome to the underworld
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| Where the love’s oversized
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| The kind that we like
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| Under, under, under, underworld
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| Welcome to the underworld
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| Where the people stay high
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| All of their lives
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| Underworld
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| It’s a beauteous understatement
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| Like the sun shining through the rain’s hands
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| Sounds never complicated
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| Just don’t think too tough, that’s enough (just feel)
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| Listen to the echo of a smile that saved me
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| Walk the shortest of miles to crazy
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| Let a note that you wrote lay me down
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| Sow your seeds good now
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| A stitch that allows us to move
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| Inside and out all around each other’s groove
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| Underworld
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| Where the love’s oversized
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| The kind that we like
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| Under, under, under, underworld
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| Welcome to the underworld
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| Where the people stay high
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| All of their lives
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| Underworld
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| I wanna see what you want when you feel free
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| I can’t imagine it would be much more
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| Than a turn of the table so you can be able
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| To feel the heat of the every beat
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| Let go, let go
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| Leave those cufflinks on the street
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| It’s an itch you got to scratch
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| Yes, burn your mail, mail
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| Bishaboshabash, no kinda word can tell your tale
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| No height you got to match, you can stay or you can bail
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| I throw a light, I hope you catch, hope you catch
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| We’ll dim the bright so you relax, you relax
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| I wanna see what you look like when you leave, who will you be
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| Will you feel lovely as you smoke the breeze
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| Brought to you by the trees
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| Mother Nature’s leaves
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| Welcome to the underworld
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| Where the love’s oversized
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| The kind that we like
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| Under, under, under, underworld
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| Welcome to the underworld
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| Where the people stay high
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| All of their lives
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| The underworld
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| Underworld |