| Wait
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| How do I compete
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| Celebrate a major win now itches heat
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| All the tiny symbols vibrate to the beat
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| Pick up your arrows, makes you want to compete
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| Have another shot and you feel complete
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| Look at all the stuff that I need to delete
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| And to clean
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| Oenone, don’t you cry for me
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| I come from Lemuria with this banged up harmony
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| Wait
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| How do I compete
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| Attracted more people who laid down in the sun
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| All the fishes come and take a bite of each on
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| Thinking to myself that the end has bgun
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| Crashing like a plane at the end of its run
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| Asking for my money, they say do it for fun
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| Now I don’t care
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| Oenone, don’t you cry for me
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| I come from Lemuria with this banged up harmony
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| Well listen
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| I was walking down your street on a Saturday night
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| Feeling like a fool, feeling like a fight
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| All of a sudden this hideous sight
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| Couldn’t understand it so I took to the light
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| And I feel alright
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| Yeah, it feels alright
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| Oenone, don’t you cry for me
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| I come from Lemuria with this banged up harmony
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| Yeah (alright)
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| It’s not real
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| Concentrate
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| It’s not too late
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| That’s right
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| Alter me
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| That’s right
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| That’s right
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| I don’t mind |