| Crescent Moon is in the house
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| And the Oddjobs, they’re in the house
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| And I Self, he’s in the house
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| And The Micranots, they’re in the house
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| And Mad Son is in the house
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| And the UP is in the house
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| And The Streets (?)
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| And Phull Surkle is in the house
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| Now check me out
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| Sometimes it’s best to give up the fight
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| All that really matters is I know that I’m right
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| I can’t be following anyone else’s ideal path of success
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| I pass up that stress, feel mad for the rest, gasping for breath
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| Trapped in my head, asking for less rations in death, passion is left
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| Ashes to dust…
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| Just consider the love of an antique pot on my window sill
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| My mask is my flesh my dream is to grow wings
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| And sing 'til freedom rings
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| I got a rhythm but I’m eager to unplug my speaker
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| And let my heart be my teacher
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| It’s hard to tell where all this comes from
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| It’s like my soul holds a song that eternity left undone
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| But it’ll never be finished
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| That’s the point
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| I got to get going
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| Thanks for the inspiration
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| I’m walking
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| Not cause I’m mad at you or anyone else |
| I’m walking
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| Walking until I find myself
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| Sometimes, the closer you get
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| The further away it gets
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| I run towards the rainbow
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| But when I get there it’s gone
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| So next time there’s a rainbow
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| I’m a run away from it
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| So when I turn around
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| I’ll see it while it’s strong
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| Now I don’t care about my whereabouts
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| I’ll blare it out, I got to go that’s all I know
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| I’ll hit the road and find my soul in the sin
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| They say there is no maybe please don’t doubt
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| Conceive what you can be, infinity
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| That everything and anything anyway
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| I see your eyes and realize I need to cry
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| That you and I it’s hard to hide
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| What’s being lied so deep inside
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| Thanks for your help
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| But I won’t find nothing better
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| In a world this beautiful
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| I’ll be walking forever
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| I’m walking
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| Not cause I’m mad at you or anyone else
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| I’m walking
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| Walking until I find myself
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| Journey I don’t expect nothing
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| But the un-expectable
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| The only thing I know for a fact
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| Is that I’ll never know too much about myself
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| So I’m a keep learning
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| Cause I’m determined to find what keeps this fire burning |
| Turning these pages just as slow as I can
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| Reading every single word from the poet within
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| I float with the wind and stay content
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| Wherever it carries me
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| There was no beginning and there won’t be an end
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| I’m just a piece of the galaxy
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| A seed in the soil
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| A stream of consciousness
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| And to the seasons I’m loyal
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| Don’t take my movement personal
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| It’s not that I don’t dig you
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| But I can’t be on the beach
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| Of your sea when it boils
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| And so I walk with the music
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| Because to me that’s all that’s real
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| Don’t know where I’m going
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| Don’t have a plan
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| I’ve been hearing instructions my whole life
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| And I still think walking away from the rainbow
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| Will make you more of a man
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| I’m walking
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| Not cause I’m mad at you or anyone else
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| I’m walking
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| Walking until I find myself
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| Speaking of walking, as I walked onto the set
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| The director was like, what the fuck you doing!
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| Glanced around and said, my fault I’m in the wrong movie |