| Build an inner door, drop and then explore
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| You smoke your head on straight, then drink
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| Your woes away
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| Some might not understand possession that’s beyond your head
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| (chorus) You recognize it, while some ignore it Avoid the masses, you got to belong to it So the music is your friend
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| Well it’s the roof above my head
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| So seriously I take the will that never breaks
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| Some might not understand, the possession that controls your hands
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| It’s power and sin
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| And then you’ve got whisky and smoke
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| And it’s all a man could need, to plant the perfect seed
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| To disembody me Making more like you and me |