| Like a defender holding on to the shirt, you let me go
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| Let the message get on with its work, maybe I got it wrong
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| Never took time to get it right, still I got it on
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| Nothing you were caught and on
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| As if I am from Jupiter like Dr. Octagon
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| Must’ve been the right place but wrong time like Dr. John
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| You know the feeling when you had the ball and knocked it on?
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| Words slip like discs, and slit like wrists
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| And make the women and men roar with clenched fists, and
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| Clearly I can understand the value of this
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| And I could see it all perfect if it weren’t for the mist
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| Wish you could connect vowels, an orator
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| Simple as flicking a switch, light up your corridor
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| It may not be elegant, but what I got is better than nothing at all
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| And I’ll be there when you call
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| Something’s in the way
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| Trying to find the right words to say to you
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| Guess I can’t explain
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| Gonna find the right words to say to you
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| Every day I’m a new man, my mind’s evolving
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| Doors of perception, mine are revolving
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| But none of this is random, trying to write the anthem
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| Trying to write a rhyme that’ll give you a couple answers
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| Looking for the right words to cut through the hype
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| Before the world goes bust like BP’s pipes
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| I’ll put a match to all that, light up your night
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| Sorry it took so long to get it right
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| I was lost in song, confused like you
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| Feeling hollow in the inside? |
| Yeah, me too
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| But act natural, all you gotta do is feel it
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| Yeah, you just gotta use what you’ve been giving
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| Keep digging, pick your song, sing when you’re winning
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| These moments of glory can be lost in an instant
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| Another urban legend, it’s there if you listen up
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| I’ll put it down for anyone who wanna pick it up
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| (The ingredients alone do not make the meal, nor tools of a chef with a
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| Michelin star)
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| So we take it back to basics, contents determine your flavor
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| Liquor up our lives and we’ll taste it
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| (And it should have been simple so I could explain it)
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| (And you would absorb it, and we will have related)
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| We testing the powers of your observation
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| Speaking on behalf of the undebated
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| Got a street perspective, let me explain it
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| Just captured the moment, I cannot contain it
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| Unpaid journalism’s underrated
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| I work for the truth, no product placement
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| (No agenda here, let me lend your ear)
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| (We can do what people do every day of the damn year)
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| No, I can’t put a price on what this music did for me
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| Just needed a chance to share my epiphany
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| Yeah, okay
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| I’m thinking up a master plan
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| Now, listen to the voice of an ancient land
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| I’m looking for a penance, an unwritten future
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| Looking for a friend, love I don’t wanna lose you
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| These times are crazy, but that’s how life is
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| Always has been, read the writers
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| War and love, our eternal fires
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| We all get burned as the flames get higher
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| We all must learn and we all are teachers
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| I am my brother’s keeper
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| I am my sister’s keeper
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| So keep that in mind next time that you see her
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| I’m on that reefer but I’m paying attention
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| I’m a believer, don’t believe in pretending
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| To be nothing less than that of my own invention
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| I’m at the ozone layer, in my own dimension
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| Had a inner piece/peace where nobody gets in
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| Mashed up the tax but we got protection
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| Give up on perfection, that’s fabrication
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| The fabric’s breaking, tearing, we will all make it
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| We are all one so each one of us is sacred
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| It’s not a religion, but it’s real as you make it
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| We’re clearing the air, so much fear you can taste it
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| I’m clearing my head, too many thoughts have been wasted
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| Now it’s time to clarify a chance to unify
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| This is the universe, the space between you and I
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| You can fall down now and give into darkness
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| Dying is easy 'cause death is so heartless
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| Well, it’s in our nature, but it can be harnessed
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| We can do great things when history asks us
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| We see where we are now, and look where we started
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| It’s just like a painting and we are the artists
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| A work of genius, and you were the artist
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| Total control, can you feel the catharsis?
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| You are the creator,?
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| To burn and destroy, what’s your human behavior
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| Is something worth saving?
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| Well, then you must save it
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| Is something worth changing?
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| Well, then you must change it
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| But just don’t tell me our time is over
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| I used to believe that, that time is over |