| Across the universe
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| It’s gettin' worse the peeps left in the lurch
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| Chaotic spurs and bursts
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| If you could see with a satellite eye search
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| Curse finding your way
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| Like gettin' the meaning of life is like braille
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| Obstacle pin you down like tentacles
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| Situation ashtrays
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| Pay the piper while you’re gettin' riper
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| Struggle ain’t gettin' nicer
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| Broken hearts and scars
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| You taste the poison by the vipers
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| Pools of sorrow waves of joy
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| Blind the people while the road is steep
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| All life’s beauty still a decoy
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| If you step naive like young b-boys for fast joys
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| Examine like reconnaissance teams
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| Inner voices scream
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| Any outcome the price
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| Somewhere hope seems to gleam
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| Where you’ve been stand still like plaster
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| Advice seems to be your master
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| Humanity vanishing see
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| Calamity runs faster
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| Keep movin' with the horseblinder focus
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| When life provokes this
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| This ain’t no fandango
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| Communities livin' in shambles
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| This resembles
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| Any gift to uplift gots to be executed
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| Swift like playin' glissando
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| Whole cities panhandle
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| Daily worries grip tough like cops manhandle
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| Fruit of life should swing free and pendulous
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| Like DJ’s pickin' beatsamples
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| This could sweat your headtemples
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| The why and whynots for havenots
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| A few reach tops others be dropped
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| The way ecosystems circle cut
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| Blindness strikes every time we seek
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| We bleed our knees seven days a week
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| Visions of hope drift through our heads
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| Versus the force that slips through our hands
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| Blindness strikes every time we seek
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| We bleed our knees seven days a week
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| Visions of hope drift through our heads
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| Versus the force that slips through our hands
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| Any soul platonic
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| Should spread it like plagues bubonic
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| The voice of the wise should be sonic
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| Uplifting like chronic
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| From cradle of the grave
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| Knowledge of self we crave
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| Transcends to what makes sense and hope our lucky path is paved
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| Materialistic mystic run by devils
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| Higher levels
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| Persevere like afghan rebels
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| In the turbulence
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| We urge to end the innerself war
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| Tranquility sends symphonies like reversed guitars
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low
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| Next plateau, plateau
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos
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| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Next Plateau , by - Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL. Song from the album Big Sounds Of The Drags, in the genre