| Yeah, yeah
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| Let me get a little bit more beat
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| Yeah
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| Ask god if she believe in me and will she accept me as a deity
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| And tell me the secrecy won’t keep you free
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| I’m sleeping, won’t dream until the demons leave
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| I took a nap, I need a tree in the shade
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| Feel the sharpness of the swords and blades of grass
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| Picturing the images that make you laugh
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| I left you out to die but will you take me back
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| Somewhere in between the crazy and the conscious
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| She’s naked underneath them shadows, let the sunlight undress her slow
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| I don’t know who I am, I’m so good at doing impressions though
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| I’m going to the festival, the festival need to let me go
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| I wake up, pop a couple Benadrylls, go back to sleep
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| So I made up, everything they said was real, it has to be
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| Cause actually the master fast asleep
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| And the castles back back in his private quarters
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| That’s a master for you, this a revolution, we don’t have no order
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| All this torture, thought I had to warn you
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| Leave it all behind and go to California
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| I’m past the signs, it’s the real thing, try analyzing this feeling
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| You can’t fathom
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| My hands are ahead the clouds
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| From the clap-clap thunder looking down
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| While you’re running around
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| I lift you up when you drown
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| Unlock the mission, the planet in rotation
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| Full speed chasing and you’re always running ahead
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| You’re always running ahead
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| You got second chances, happy birthday, sweet romances
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| And you paddle like a duckling, why
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| Don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go to the festival
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| You got angels, we can see them dripping from the sky
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| You watch 'em with your third eye
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| Don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go, don’t wanna go to the festival
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| To the festival
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| Hola, Malcolm. |
| Hey man, it’s Lois man. |
| I’m calling, man, to tell you about the
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| album.
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| I listened, it’s good. |
| I need to tell you, man. |
| I tell everyone to listen to
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| the music and it sound like they like it, man.
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| It sound like it good. |
| I tell my wife «I'm so proud of him."I tell my
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| girlfriend «I'm so proud of him.»
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| And the album is good. |
| It’s so good. |
| I cannot believe it. |
| No one can beat you |