| Our fellow walks alone
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| Through your lands and your ears
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| He was born to do so so like no one would interfere
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| Fellow being made of hands flesh and wood
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| Though he needs people to swarm around and
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| Every time he would make his cord swing
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| Deep inside his heart and nostrum fellow
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| Isn’t someone you can even stop walking
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| I’m walking and feeling those crates in my dreams
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| I fight against this sweet disease
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| I need I feed I love and breed
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| And spread it all over again
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| You’re dancing for your star
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| It shines above your eyes
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| Hoping the lights would spread
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| And brake the gates of your devoted mind
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| For it to bring you out of this world around
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| But your sweet mother first fellow
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| You have to bring her down
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| You’re dancing through my spine
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| It’s made of gold and silver
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| The men behind the line
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| Will offer your some slavers of so many lies
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| Hidden behind the trees
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| Then you’ll be walking through that desert
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| Feed up your disease
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| I’m walking and feeling those crates in my dreams
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| I fight against this sweet disease
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| I need I feed I love and breed
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| And press until the stress grows mean
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| I’m walking feeling they scratch my dreams
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| I fight against this sweet disease
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| I need I feed I love and breed though
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| And just spread it all over again, hey low
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| And spread it all over again, say no
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| Away oh low low
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| And spread it all over again
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| Yeah baby
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| You’re dancing like a cat
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| And wiggling like a snake
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| No one can bring you down
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| No one will ever brake your neck
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| 'Cause underneath this pure stainless skin
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| Lives a humble monkey with the heart of a king |