| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, mind
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| Mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
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| Im not messing with your mind (mind, mind, mind, mind)
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| Im not messing with your mind
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| Im not messing with your mind
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| I dont have that kind of time (I'm busy, man)
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| Im not blind, I know you’re fine
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| Im refined and I know the time (Thats great!)
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| There are higher beams to climb
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| Why in God’s name would I grime?
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| There’ll be riches should I grind
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| For essence in our inclines
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| That’s me
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| Start on a flee
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| Runs with a C
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| Runs from the sea, you know
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| To your guidance she
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| To your cries I am entwined and it’s cool
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| You’re a bird song visualized
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| (They started whispering to each other)
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| Is that resound? |
| Is that tight?
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| Yes, the bad one’s finally dying
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| And I’m always lit up in line
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| And my get ups they divine
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| You can search, but you won’t find! |