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I walk in stride with people |
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much taller than me |
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and partly it's the boots but |
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mostly it's my chi |
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and I'm becoming transfixed |
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with nature and my part in it |
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which I believe just signifies |
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I'm finally waking up |
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and there's this moth outside my kitchen door |
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she's bonkers for that bare bulb |
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flying round in circles |
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bashing in her exoskull |
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and out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon |
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but get her around a light bulb and she's doomed |
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she is trying to evolve |
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she's just trying to evolve |
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now let's get talking reefer madness |
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like some arrogant government can't |
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by any stretch of the imagination |
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outlaw a plant |
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yes, their supposed authority over nature |
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is a dream |
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c'mon people |
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we've got to come clean |
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cuz they are locking our sons |
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and our daughters in cages |
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they are taking by the thousands |
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our lives from under us |
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it's a crash course in religious fundamentals |
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now let's all go to war |
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get some bang for our buck |
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I am trying to evolve |
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I'm just trying to evolve |
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gunnin for high score in the land of dreams |
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morbid bluish-white consumers ogling luminous screens |
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on the trail of forgetting |
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cruising without a care |
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the jet set won't abide by that pesky jet lag |
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and our lives boil down to an hour or two |
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when someone pulls a camera out of a bag |
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and I am trying to evolve |
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I'm just trying to evolve |
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so I walk like I'm on a mission |
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cuz that's the way I groove |
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I got more and more to do |
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I got less and less to prove |
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it took me too long to realize |
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that I don't take good pictures |
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cuz I have the kind of beauty |
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that moves |
