| Which I want you to listen to me very carefully
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| The text says very simply
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| Its not the man
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| Its the plan
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| And
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| For those of us who need
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| More explicit explanation
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| Those of us still caught up in the dreams
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| That rhetoric will solve our problems
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| Let me put it another way
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| Prosaic lifelines
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| Retrieve sunlight wisdom of a new identity
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| And uh interplanetary justice
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| Is uh, the INI
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| Madlib on the music yah
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| All in sound yah
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| Well evidence of sunray within my human flesh
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| I can see the world
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| From what our trueness gives
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| With melody surrounding
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| Our each and every step
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| Sending back the love (?)
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| Fragments of an earth will still be living things
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| The evidence of love resides in everything (everything)
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| Can’t you see
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| Can’t you see
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| Damn
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| Blasting
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| Up from out the box 'cause (?) never giving up
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| My only motive is to be with the one
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| Inside the solar orbit of solar humanity
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| But then the answer balance all questioning one
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| Moments of the heart have contained centuries
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| Pieces of a dream somehow aren’t meant to be seen
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| And even when the heart don’t beat
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| The grace of virtue’ll sweep me off of my feet
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| Supreme reality is the identity of we
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| That’s real
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| And that’s real
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| Good to see all of y’all
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| See at first I was nervous
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| So I had to go out to the parking lot
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| With a friend of mine
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| Get my (?) together
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| (Sniff sniff)
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| So the boy is ready now
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| And its mellow to be out here
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| I always dreamed of being in Hollyweird |