| No matter what the people say
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| These sounds leads the way
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| Ripe under pressure, light incandescent
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| Like the night, like the liquor store’s presence
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| Fluorescent signs flickering, bickering
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| Patrons with the venom in they strike, quick to take a bite
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| Like sins in the Garden of Eden, goblins and demons
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| Heathens and reasons for fifteen to life
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| Fishing in big seasons, big things entice
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| Sharks with the razor, man of war, octopi
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| Water deep blue, ice-cool, air polar-crisp
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| See a breathe on exhale, my blessing to Elle
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| Blow a kiss to the heavens in waiting, residents watching
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| Eagle-eye view, will the human race make it?
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| Naked, stripped of their comforts, forsaken
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| I came via spaceship in ancient Egypt
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| Crypt kept my mummified body adhesively wrapped
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| They open my tomb, greetings and back
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| Greetings and back
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| Yeah
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| Seven ways to Sunday, reverend in the pulpit
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| Medicine for the sickly, element of carbon
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| Hydrogen, oxygen, formed from the shore surely after the comets had
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| Evolved from amphibians swimming without fins
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| To extension of our limbs and gorillas or the chimps
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| In the canopies swinging, humanity’s pre-link
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| Man-or-beast deepens, who you asking what they seen here?
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| Money, money, murder, ugly on the outs but it’s internal, word up
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| Sheik to the hurdle, the meek just curl up
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| Feel, below the surface, urges to uprise, nervous
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| Purges, distraction from purpose, match it with purses
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| Accessories perfect, verses, your destiny, skirt it
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| I came via spaceship in ancient Egypt
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| Crypt kept my mummified body adhesively wrapped
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| They open my tomb, greetings and back
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| Greetings and back
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| I hear the drummer strike the sky
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| I hear the drummer strike the sky
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| I hear the drummer strike the sky |