| Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine
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| Purple music does the same to my brain
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Don’t need no cymbals, no saxophone
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| Just need to find me a style of my own
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Some people can’t understand
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| Just bein' inside a church don’t make a righteous man
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| You’re high, so high
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| In time we all die, all music gone
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| So we better try our best to get along
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| And get high, so high, oh
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| Ain’t got no theory, ain’t got no rules
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| I just let the purple music tell my body what to do
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Every subject, any key
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| Purple music can’t be judged, it happens naturally
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| It’s alright, alright, oh
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| We’ll find a serpent to sacrifice
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| We’ll make a wish and then we’ll visit purple paradise
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| We’ll get high, yes we will, so high
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| Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine
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| Purple music does the same to my brain
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Next page
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| Don’t want reaction, I just want the act
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| It’s easier to give love than it is to give it back
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| Cuz I’m high, so high
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine
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| Purple music does the same to my brain
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Don’t need no cymbals, no saxophone
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| Just need to find me a style of my own
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| And I’m high, so high
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| I’d love some
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| I’m high, so high
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| Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine
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| Purple music does the same to my brain
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Don’t need no cymbals, no saxophone
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| Just need to find me a style of my own
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| And I’m high, so high
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| We’ll find a sacrifice
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| To get some purple paradise
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| So nice, purple paradise is so nice
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| Yeah!
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| Baby, baby, I say, I say, I say
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| Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
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| If you understand my color
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| Put your hand in your crotch
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| No, no, no, no, no, yes!
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| Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine
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| Purple music does the same to my brain
|
| And I’m high, so high
|
| Don’t need no cymbals, no saxophone
|
| Just need to find me a style of my own
|
| And I’m high, so high
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| Some people can’t understand
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| Just bein' inside a church don’t make a righteous man
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| And you’re high
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| You got to be high
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| In time we all die, all music gone
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| So we better try to get along
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| And get high, so high
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| All get high
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| I ain’t got no theory, I ain’t got no rules
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| I just let the purple music tell my body what to do
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Every subject, any key
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| Purple music can’t be judged, it happens naturally
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| Ain’t it alright?
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| Ain’t it alright?
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| Don’t try to fight it
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| It’s time for your morning bath, sir
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| What would you like to bathe in this morning?
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| With all due respect sir, I think that…
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| I think that it might…
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| Oh, oh no
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| I don’t want to play anymore
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| I don’t want to play anymore
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| Purple music does things to my brain and I’m high
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| Step on it
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| That’s right
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| Drive, you idiot
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| Faster, faster!
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| Don’t need no reefer, don’t need cocaine
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| Purple music does the same to my brain
|
| And I’m high, so high
|
| Don’t need no cymbals, no saxophone
|
| Just need to find me a style of my own
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| And I’m high, so high
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| Some people can’t understand
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| Just bein' inside a church don’t make a righteous man
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| And you’re high, yeah |