| Now an 808 is commonplace, it’s too cliché
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| We gotta sample grooves from outer space
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| We need a, no a is out of date
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| I want it soft, understated or pie-shaped
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| We need to step it up, we gotta find a gap
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| We need some melodies, you know that rockers just shouldn’t rap
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| Wait! |
| was that a glitch in your devotion
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| Or is that the sound of someone milking old emotions
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| What you gonna sing about, you seem so upbeat
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| You gonna talk about your living room, now you don’t wander around the
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| backstreet
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| Even silence has a frequency, but sound is your
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| Currency so show it some decency
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| Like the initiative
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| Not so provocative
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| Give what you gonna give
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| Don’t be so secretive
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| Don’t be too open
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| That’s thin ice!
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| Take what you gotta take
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| Take after take
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| Need a break from yourself
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| Take it easy, easy
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| It’s a token
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| So roll the dice
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| Now tell me what it is that you gonna do
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| I never really got what you’re gonna
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| You wander around you’re catlike
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| Attacking it like a cat might
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| And do you even know what you are standing for
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| Are you gonna hang around, or walking out the door |
| I’m guessing you know what that’s like
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| You’re running around, you’re catlike
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| Hey!
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| Look at you rock and rollers, like Bowie said
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| Soon you gonna get older
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| Look over your shoulder, like shedding skin
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| You got to let your heart rate win, your BPM
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| You do too much, you’re always the same
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| You’re out of time, you’re too generic, now you’re in the game
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| Wait! |
| was that another big idea/being washed
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| down the
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| Drain of another passing year
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| What you gonna sing about
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| I thought you’re a poet
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| And poets know no beats like a child and a sage,
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| They’re the janitors of time, keeping words in a safe.
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| Now crack the code for another passing phrase
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| Take what you gotta take
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| Take after take
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| Need a break from yourself
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| Take it easy, easy
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| It’s a token
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| So roll the dice
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| Now tell me what it is that you gonna do
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| I never really got what you’re gonna
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| You wander around you’re catlike
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| Attacking it like a cat might
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| And do you even know what you are standing for
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| Are you gonna hang around, or walking out the door
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| I’m guessing you know what that’s like |
| You’re running around, you’re catlike
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| Hey!
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| Now tell me what it is that you wanna say
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| You seem to change your mind every other day
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| There’s nothing around you can’t try
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| I can see it in your cat eyes
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| Didn’t I hear you purr that you like it here
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| Do you wanna change your fur and just disappear
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| I’m guessing you know what that’s like
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| You’re running around you’re catlike
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| The situation
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| Is not a fallacy
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| It only requires agency
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| Unfortunately reads like a diary
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| The middle eight announces the end
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| Around the thirrd minute, right, the message is sent
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| The last part beckons, like a homecoming friend
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| We salute you, after this, you may wander again
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| after this, you may wander again.
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| Now tell me what it is that you wanna say
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| You seem to change your mind every other day
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| There’s nothing around you can’t try
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| I can see it in your cat eyes
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| Didn’t I hear you purr that you like it here
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| Do you wanna change your fur and just disappear
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| I’m guessing you know what that’s like
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| You’re running around you’re catlike |