| Oh, walk on the water-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, for me
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| Just for me baby, okay
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| Oh, there’s always gon' be pressure
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, okay
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| Pressure
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| Nothing’s ever worse than work unnoticed
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| Freelance now, yeah, I guess you earned it
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| Life is only wishing we could load it
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| Level up, you’ve got to make a bonus
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| Mystic staring at his phone for oneness
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| Silver or black mirror, what’s the difference?
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| Imitation always gets a bad rep, man
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| Witches' brew had me on the first sip, man
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| Smells like autumn, smells like leaves
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| You don’t know that you’ll rust and not belong so much
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| Then get left alone
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| Left alone
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| Cloud hidden and my whereabouts unknown
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| Cazadero got me wearing all camo
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| Decked in Patagonia, head to toe
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| Down for whatever, I think I let go
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| No more shoes and socks, I only rock sandals
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| I can’t tell if I’m hip or getting old
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| I can’t hear you, maybe you could change your tone
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| People tend to listen when they see your soul
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| Oh, walk on the water-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er-er
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, for me
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| Just for me baby, okay
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| Sometimes I think we are from the same place
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| No, I don’t
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| What just happened, happened, happened, happened, happened, happened? |