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How ya gonna make it baby? |
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That's the question to be asked |
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Life goes on around you |
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In so many different ways |
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I know my share of history |
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How hard it is to be free |
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From wearing masks that turn to skin |
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Hiding what you could have been? |
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And I, I, |
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I'm so confused |
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Which way, which way to choose? |
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Ride with me baby' |
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Til the end of the day |
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Mama's home philosophy |
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Makes everyone a freak but me |
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Though I'm starvin' in the streets |
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And can't predict the future |
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Mirror, mirror on the wall |
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Who's the sanest of us all? |
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Is he with me or one of them? |
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How does he dress, who are his friends? |
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And I, I, |
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I'm so confused |
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Which way, which way to choose? |
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Ride with me baby' |
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Til the end of the day |
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Mama's home philosophy |
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Makes everyone a freak but me |
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Though I'm starvin' in the streets |
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And can't predict the future |
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Can I have my vision back? |
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I'll live outside your city walls |
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You don't have to be afraid |
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Until I come together |
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Ride with me baby' |
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Til the end of the day |
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Ride with me baby' |
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Til the end of the day |
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Ride with me baby' |
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Til the end of the day |
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Ride with me baby' |
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Til the end of the day |
