| Wake up!
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| See the sky, see the cloud amongst the sun
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| See the day, for everything it could be
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| Stop treading on that snooze button run
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| Wake up!
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| Open up your eyes, see everything for everything it was
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| And is, and will be, all at once
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| See the truth, don’t hide from all this love
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| Bask inside that alarm clock buzz
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| Wake up!
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| We metaphysical, I alone am ten people on the blunt
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| Wake up!
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| This a physical
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| You’re always dying and death has yet has come
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| Open your eyelids, swear outside of this lucid dram will come a silence
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| So keep draming, babies
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| But stay woke
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| And keep scheming, baby
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| Ohh shit, it’s a tidal wave of iPads
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| And an alt-right pirate with an eyepatch
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| And libtard cyclops that won’t shut up about his climax
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| A boy with daddy issues on a shock value tirade
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| (Oh shit, that’s meta adlib)
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| On cotton candy island
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| Where the natives
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| Speak in «click clack die fag!»
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| Ohh no!
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| My self hatred’s on a subconscious rampage
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| Why I’m naked giving speeches fronta boys who have a man cave
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| Teeth falling out on my page while I’m ranting
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| This a sitcom TV ending
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| This a sitcom TV ending
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| Wake up!
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| See the sky, see the cloud amongst the sun
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| See the day, for everything it could be
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| Stop treading on that snooze button run
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| Wake up! |