| Listen good, I don’t have nobody
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| But what I might feel are the sounds of sanity
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| Hoping what I hear loops itself continuously
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| Then I won’t be afraid, no, no
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| Oh, whoa, whoa
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| Why must it feel so wrong
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| When I try and do right? |
| Do right
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| Oh, whoa, whoa
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| Soaring through paradise
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| When I’m closing my eyes
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| I’m Mr. Solo Dolo
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| Look at me, you tell me just what you see
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| Am I someone whom you may love, or enemy?
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| Am I speaking for you and yours, or someone else?
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| I need some answers, yeah, yeah
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| Oh, whoa, whoa
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| Why must it feel so wrong
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| When I try and do right? |
| Do right
|
| Oh, whoa, whoa
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| Soaring through paradise
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| When I’m closing my eyes
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| I’m, Mr. Solo Dolo
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| My world turns, flippin' the bird
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| To the ones who figure
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| Me outcast, no, not the duo
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| Back in Shaker Heights where they knew who
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| Do’s little brother was a strange one, boo-hoo
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| Cry me a river, hater, look who
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| Traveled out an igloo
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| Cold-cold world wasn’t fit for me at all
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| Look at where I stand at, tall
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| Clutchin' my Kid Cudi bizzalls
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| Mute motherfuckers back home, quick pause
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| Gargle on my mayo
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| Look at me, I bet I’m the one you think to fail
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| Floating in my mind, no sail
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| Ahoy, ahoy
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| Listen good, I don’t need nobody
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| This is what you feel, are the sounds of insanity
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| Hoping what I hear loops itself to finish me
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| No, I won’t be afraid, hey, hey
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| Oh, whoa, whoa
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| Why must it feel so wrong
|
| When I try and do right? |
| Do right
|
| Oh, whoa, whoa
|
| Soaring through paradise
|
| When I’m closing my eyes
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| I’m Mr. Solo Dolo
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| Why must it feel so right
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| When I know that it’s wrong? |
| It’s wrong
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| When will I ever learn
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| From the words in my songs?
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| I’m Mr. Solo Dolo |