| Wake up in the morning
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| Wipe the sleep from my eyes
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| Reach for my stash and zags
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| Ready to twist one up real fast
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| For tomorrows seeds them grow up to be bad
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| And though my clothes are a bit shabby
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| I still hold my head up high
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| Rockin' this rub a dub style oh oh oohh
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| But then I think to myself oh lord what can I do
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| Old Mary Jane I got to learn to not to love you ohh ohh
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| Open the door
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| To take a walk outside
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| When I’m with Mary
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| Everything seems just right
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| And when I come home late
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| And Miss Jane is nowhere to be found
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| It seems my luck has all run out ooh oohh oohh
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| But when I think to myself oh lord what can I do
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| Old Mary Jane I got to learn to not to love you ohh ohh
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| Turn down the light
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| Said gettin' ready for tonight
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| Reach for my stash and zags
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| It seems my sister stole my stash
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| See how tomorrows seeds
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| Them grow up to be bad like me
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| Reggae music make me feel so irie
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| Do you wanna get high with me
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| It’ll make you feel real irie
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| When you rockin' with tomorrows bad seeds
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| But then I think to myself oh lord what can I do
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| Old Mary Jane I got to learn to not to love you ohh ohh
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| Reggae music make me feel so irie
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| Do you feel the way I do
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| It’ll make you feel real irie
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| When you rockin' reggae dub old school
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| Oh how the music make me feel so irie
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| Do you wanna get high with me
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| It’ll make you feel real irie
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| When you rockin' with tomorrows bad seeds |