| Hey
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| I read one day
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| On the bus to Sydney
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| Catching public transport
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| Reduces pollution
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| Death become the outcome, brother
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| So does catching public diseases
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| Reduces your white cells, son
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| All that fun and games
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| Now you six feet under
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| Covered
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| Tears of sorrow fall of a cheek
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| Not just your mother
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| Mother
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| Close to your roots
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| There before
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| Nurtred by the earth
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| Heavens you explore
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| Anyway, you lucky
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| You not here no more
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| My mind is sore
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| So much jealousy and hatred upon our land
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| No one else of color or sex can understand
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| Another man or woman’s identity
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| Unity? |
| Only a figment of your imagery
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| Image
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| Pushing all energy
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| From mental to nerves to create movement
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| And the sum they all observe
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| And that’s how they occour
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| Put all minds to ideas
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| Eventually emerge
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| Memories, memories, memories (x3)
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| Dreams in night blood, so visual
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| Maximum colors senses
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| They’re never minimal
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| Some evil, though
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| Nightmares are a bitch
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| Dreams in night blood, so visual
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| Nightmares are a bitch
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| 'Cause if I were back in that dream
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| My head be off by a witch
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| Damn, sometimes I still flinch
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| Memories memories
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| Damn, sometimes I still flinch
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| Damn, sometimes I still flinch
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| Memories, memories, memories |