| Yeah, I got 'em caught in the mellow hype
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| While I sit, transfixed, staring at a yellow light
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| Castles in clouds looking kinda heaven-like
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| I’m old school sega
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| Peeps see the Mega Drive
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| Let me fly
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| Rain feeds the greenery
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| Defend while the four machines rape the scenery
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| Makin' my escape down the stream with these
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| Makeshift boats made from leaves and trees
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| My head shrouded in a grey mist
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| Longing to escape, make my way back to nature
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| Engines and pistons coughing up red oil
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| They’re after me
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| My mastery
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| Gotta leave them foiled
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| To the soil
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| The life bed
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| Not yet
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| Feel it in my heart right here
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| This is God sent
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| And I send hell spawn to their cot deaths
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| Spreading my wings wide
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| And exhale a long breath
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| The burning vapour
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| Scent of eternal danger
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| Cradle of life
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| Hand rocks the manger
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| Now plagued with the curse of ancients
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| Until we break free
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| And return to nature
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| The burning vapour
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| Scent of eternal danger
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| Cradle of life
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| Hand rocks the manger
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| Now plagued with the curse of ancients
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| Until we break free
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| And return to nature
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| I’m gonna fly out this world on a bless tip
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| Get blessed with colourful pyrotechnics
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| Visions on a wide lens tip
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| Eyes mirror spitting claret when a neck’s slit
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| Militant hydro-peng spliffs
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| Rights and the passion -mechanical fashion extras
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| Dash past the hedges
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| IPod touch never touched nerves like solar plexus
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| Yet the sun’s got my back like its co-defendant
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| Seeing patterns from a crystal as I hold the pendant
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| Cryptic messages from spirit worlds past to present
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| So I be chilling like Marshall
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| With a Parker on a purple hill
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| Breath particles are part florescent
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| When the bar’s revealed
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| Turn a skyscraper into child
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| With only thoughts of will
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| Hallucinate till the only thing I see is parks and fields
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| Rivers run silver
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| Not like cars emitting harmful fuels
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| Beautiful enigma is place I be embarking to
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| The burning vapour
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| Scent of eternal danger
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| Cradle of life
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| Hand rocks the manger
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| Now plagued with the curse of ancients
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| Until we break free
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| And return to nature
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| The burning vapour
|
| Scent of eternal danger
|
| Cradle of life
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| Hand rocks the manger
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| Now plagued with the curse of ancients
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| Until we break free
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| And return to nature |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burning Vapour , by - The Four Owls. Song from the album Nature's Greatest Mystery, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп