| The morning always seems like a dream when I wanna wake up
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| The mist on the river styx tellin me I gotta pay up
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| I sell my soul when I sleep man
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| The reaper’s really gonna rake up
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| ‘Cause I’m pushin down the daisies
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| How much time is it gonna take up
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| The day breaks late in the haze still under the moon
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| Faraway stars callin me to come back to my tomb
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| Gotta get my mind right set the station
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| To the track of my tune bassline thunder in your ceiling
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| Now we’re wreckin your room
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| And now we’re side by side
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| Preaching the power of sound
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| And when your mind’s ready and right
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| Just lift your feet off the ground
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| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds
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| And now we’re side by side
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| Preaching the power of sound
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| And when your minds ready and right
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| Just lift your feet off the ground
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| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd
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| My life always seems like a dream
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| When I’m sippin my cup
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| Got my band behind me
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| And you know that we been livin it up
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| I got my girl behind me
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| And you know im always feelin her love
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| Clouds on the horizon
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| You know I’m lookin down from above
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| And now we’re side by side
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| Preaching the power of sound
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| And when your mind’s ready and right
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| Just lift your feet off the ground
|
| Go smoke a blunt in the clouds
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| And now we’re side by side
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| Preaching the power of sound
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| And when your minds ready and right
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| Just lift your feet off the ground
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| Go smoke a blunt in the crowd |