| You think, you think
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| You think too much, I think, I think you think too much, I think
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| I think, you don’t know what you’re talking about, you do, you do
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| I must be honest, I hate this slower street
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| I park all ready to be robbed by people that I meet
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| I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I hear
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| I know, I know, I know, got nothing to fear
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| You keep pushing, you keep pushing, pushy, pushy, don’t push me
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| I’m an insect, I’m a figment, I’m a chief as a genuine minion
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| Imaginations, imaginations, imagine my frustrations
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| You pick a fight with a .45 caliber, won’t help you
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| It was a dismal rain that cooled the hot
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| When it trickled down we all saw spots float over, float over
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| Now I’ve been in jail for a million years
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| Got all these people holding me back, I know, I know
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| I must be honest I hate this stone street
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| I park all ready to be robbed by people
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| I know, I know and I’m growing tried, I’m growing tired
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| It’s my favorite mangle, a fanciful tangle
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| That went down like the (?) spastic and spasms and spasms
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Suffer the death of what you are, it’s now, it’s now
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| Suffer the death of what you were, has no effect on a hard-boiled world
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| Warm, weary eyed, (?) cat skill world
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| You must follow blind just shoot a pigeon-holed pigeon
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| You’re waiting to be sheave
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| Just like you sheave that grazes all over your face
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| And you’ve got the urge to be a lightning bolt
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| And you’ve got the urge to be a lightning bolt
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| I’ve gotta tell you, I just don’t know, I’ve gotta tell you, I just don’t know
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| What the fuck you’re trying to say? |
| What the fuck, man?
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| What the fuck you trying to say?
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| Just sit there and shut your mouth, just sit there and shut up
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah |