| Take a little dope
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| And walk out in the air
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| The stars are all connected to the brain
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| Find me a woman
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| And lay down on the ground
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| Her pleasure comes falling down like rain
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| Get myself a car
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| I feel power as I fly
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| Oh now I’m really in control
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| It all looks fine to the naked eye
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| But it don’t really happen that way at all
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| Don’t happen that way at all
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| You sign your own name
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| And I sign mine
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| They’re both the same but we still get separate rooms
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| You can cover up your guts
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| But when you cover up your nuts
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| You’re admitting that there must be something wrong
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| Press any button
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| And milk and honey flows
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| The world begins behind your neighbor’s wall
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| It all looks fine to the naked eye
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| But it don’t really happen that way at all
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| Nah nah no, don’t happen that way at all
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| You hold the gun
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| And I hold the wound
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| And we stand looking in each other’s eyes
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| Both think we know what’s right
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| Both know we know what’s wrong
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| We tell ourselves so many many many lies
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| We’re not pawns in any game
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| Not tools of bigger men
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| There’s only one who can really move us all
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| It all looks fine to the naked eye
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| But it don’t really happen that way at all |