| I’m leanin', sunken in a corner of deep blue
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| You can’t see me, but I see you
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| See him dancing in a circle by the light of the moon
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| You can try but you can’t break through, what else is new?
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| Run through the rain and fetch me a drink
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| I’ve been struck by lightning, I’m walking the brink
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| I hear the — beat poundin' all inside of my bones
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| I ain’t here but I ain’t alone, oh no, no, no
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| Don’t come 'round, this ain’t for you
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| It’s a sacred voodoo ritual, you can
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| Call us savages you might be right
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| We all freeze when the lightning strikes, well alright
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| This is ancestor worship at it’s purest
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| Self-hatred at it’s most butt naked and raw
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| Manhattan shrinks and witch doctors
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| Couldn’t prescribe a better cure (For sho')
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| Sometimes I feel like Mexican architecture
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| Pastel yet so demure
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| They got government officials straight swearing to God
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| That they can find a more effective cure, but no
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| It’s home-made, it’s been in the family for years
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| It ain’t sold in no general store
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| And now the whole darn human race is holding hands
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| Dancing in the rain for a cure, well alright
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| Hands clappin', sage burnin'
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| Bare feet dancing, sweat drippin'
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| Ghosts howling, heads all rolling
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| Floorboard squeaking
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| All swingin', eyes glowin', dogs barkin
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| Firewood, all sparkin' |