| Well I’m with you in the morning in the dust and heat
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| But we hit first into some mag
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| And I caught you fallin', and I heard you callin'
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| When the sun was a ball of white
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| With a heading hazy blur
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| Like a worried bird in flight
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| As I flew through the skies with my unopened eyes
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| And my disguise welded on so tight
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| I tried to unravel all the threats of this life
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| But I nearly left this mansuit
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| I ameliorated then I exasperated
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| Then wandered into dispute
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| I took down my things like a blind man says
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| I pulled out my strings by the roots
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| I collided with the side of a gamma slide
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| My pride was like a war
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| The bombs were tickin' and the dogs were lickin'
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| And the flickering flames did crawl
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| The medicine swallowed, the suspect followed
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| The winner pulls on her shawl
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| The words were spoken, the stuff was broken
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| I was jokin' with some bloke at the mall
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| The hurricane sheep, the cocaine leap
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| And the heart rate’s gonna fall
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| The winter wind crazy and it started to amaze me
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| That nobody would praise me at all
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| There’s an impersonator who I deal with later
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| Put on a crate of cologne on in the hall
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| I was filled with disgust as I snorted joy dust
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| And then shot out the street in the pall |