| Walk the tight rope of goodness and hold on
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| For so long till the wind blows
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| Try to knock my socks off quickly told you
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| Razors sharp like a shark, them oceans grow
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| Knowledge is self to my frozen window’s open
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| Music stop when the wind is blowing
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| Rainbows like second chances come and go
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| Till the rain blows go
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| When the day is done and the sun is set
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| When the night is young and I’m on a jet plane
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| Across the sky planes across the night
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| Huffin' around with my tone
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| I won’t go homebound
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| When I sound like a tornado
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| Some loathe what they can’t be
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| I’m old like an oak tree
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| Another em' hypocrites fall down when I sneeze
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| An all the liars and thieves return to your evil deeds
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| Circles and circles round and round like a merry-go-round
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| Building trees till' I fall down
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| Now I walk in the mud play with my shit
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| Stomp through the sledge cause I’m cool with it
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| Much more comfortable trudge through the mess
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| Sad king, so loveable, double-time like all the rest
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| Open doors until they shut
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| Till' I’m down so down fake smiles of the gut
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| Going hard like marbles of stone so stone
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| Can’t feel making unknowns known
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| Medicate till' they all go away
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| Till' the wind blows and the leaves fall away
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| When the day is done and the sun is set
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| When the night is young and I’m on a jet plane
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| Across the sky planes across the night
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| Huffin around with my tone
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| I won’t go homebound
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| When I sound like a tornado
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| Some loathe what they can’t be
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| I’m old like an oak tree
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| Another em' hypocrites fall down when I sneeze
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| An all the liars and thieves return to your evil deeds |