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Over seasons, like so many times before |
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You drop drop drop it 'til you break down the walls |
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Over seasons, when you come disobey |
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Just keep on droppin' 'til the break of the day |
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Over seasons, like so many times before |
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You drop drop drop it till you break down the walls |
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Over seasons, when you come not obey |
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Just keep drop drop drop drop... |
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Back in 1994 there was no reason that we had wanted to play |
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But a vision of expression |
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An ability to reason with the worries in our lives |
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An ability we'd recognized |
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How many times, would composition turn into confession? |
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Building a foundation for our youth to grow into progression |
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Making our days, free-will reside, we say! |
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Now you know things ain't right |
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And the pressure that you're granted from this life |
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And forever you had wondered what's in store |
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'Til you stand up and not take it anymore! |
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Doubted about the things you do |
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And de?ant of your scattered mental institute |
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No second guessing when it's already past |
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Denying that it wouldn't last |
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Here's to the days, here's to the nights |
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Throughout the years, how many nights? Here's to the daze that paved the way! We say! |
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Now you know things ain't right |
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And the pressure that you're granted from this life |
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And forever you had wondered what's in store |
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That's when you stand up and not take it anymore! |
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Like we'd done before! |
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The seize of day, turned on into night! |
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And open wide! |
