| Dum dum, dum dum
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| Check check
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| Illinformed on the beat
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| Yo yo yo
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| Things seem better when I’m looking back
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| Live for the moment and learn to adapt
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| Don’t let things pass by
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| Staring at the world through a glass eye
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| Yo
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| Things seem better when I’m looking back
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| Live for the moment and learn to adapt
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| Don’t let shit pass by
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| Staring at the world through a glass eye
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| Remember summer days skipping class
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| Two pound for cider when the slugs weren’t wiser and the herb got us higher
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| Everybody was a rhymer or a DJ
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| Had a shitty speaker everyday with the Wu on replay
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| In the parks where I stayed don’t matter if it’s warm
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| Never got gripped shotting in my school uniform
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| Dropping girls till the dawn looking like a new pawn
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| Almost fucking girls like I work in soft porn
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| All my olders did warn that these days are soon over
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| Now I look back and here em say that I told ya
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| Lost a few soldiers; |
| people change personas
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| You got to see me and Beaver we’re still stoners!
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| What the past shows us is not to collect
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| Regrets the effects put caution in steps
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| I need to accept life comes in a phase
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| In a few years what we’re doing now will be the good days
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| Things seem better when I’m looking back
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| Live for the moment and learn to adapt
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| Don’t let things pass by
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| Staring at the world through a glass eye
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| Yo
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| Things seem better when I’m looking back
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| Live for the moment and learn to adapt
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| Don’t let shit pass by
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| Staring at the world through a glass eye
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| It seems dumb when you’re old you wanna be young
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| And when you’re young you wanna be old
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| Life moves at a pace that’s three fold
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| No chance to reload, hear shit that I’m told
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| Might as well be tapping it out in Morse code
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| There ain’t nothing that I feel that I’m owed
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| Pay dues till I’m there in a grave stone cold
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| But the puzzle ain’t solved still looking for the answers
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| On an endless quest for greener pastures
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| I need more laughters less disasters
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| More real people less wankers
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| That read from the script like news anchors
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| Good people are hard to find like underground weed tankers
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| The truth’s there don’t ignore it
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| Don’t waste a minute we really can’t afford it
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| Tomorrow can see a new me it’s my shout
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| Or maybe I’ll change when I figure this out
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| Yo yo
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| Things seem better when I’m looking back
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| Live for the moment and learn to adapt
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| Don’t let things pass by
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| Staring at the world through a glass eye
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| Yo
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| Things seem better when I’m looking back
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| Live for the moment and learn to adapt
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| Don’t let shit pass by
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| Staring at the world through a glass eye |