| You seem a little on the high side, disconnected from me
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| Been a little too anxious and a little too sweet
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| Have you been chopping down treetops tree after tree
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| Have you been digging for diamonds at the bottom of the sea
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| He said I’m taking the farm out from under your knees
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| Said I’m taking the air and the rag that you’re bleeding upon
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| Come on meet me where the highways and the one way streets
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| Come together like the motion comes together with my feet
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| Well top and bottom it’s all the same to me
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| Until all my breathing air is gone
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| Well you feel it in the ozone, zone
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| You can feel it in the knees, knees, knees
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| You can feel it in the dirt that’s going under your feet
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| You can feel it in the highways and in the one way streets
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| When you’re digging for diamonds at the bottom of the sea
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| You seem a little on the high side, disconnected from me
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| Been a little too anxious and a little too sweet
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| I’ll be chopping down treetops tree after tree
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| When I’m confusing my highways for a one way street |