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In the morning 'bout three or so |
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Can't stop thinking about what |
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I know In the morning 'bout three or so |
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Can't stop thinking of the universe |
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I keep rocking, |
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I keep rolling |
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Trade in the minute for a minute that isn't there |
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Keep dropping, keep rolling |
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Put out the fire with the water |
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Thinking creosote |
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I the morning with a beat up bud |
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I know I can't fight a war without losing blood |
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In the morning 'bout three or so |
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Can't stop seeking what |
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I need to know |
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God is in the mountain as is in the rock |
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And god is not concerned about keeping stock |
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So keep rocking, keep rolling |
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Trade in the minute for a minute that isn't there |
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Keep dropping, keep rolling |
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Put out the fire with the water |
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Thinking creosote |
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All he ever wanted was to be alone |
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But you can't feel love without being loved!! (Can't fight a war without losing blood) (Blood... Blood... Blood...) |
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All we ever wanted was love |
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Love! (doo wop boddum... doo wapideewapideewapideedoo...) |
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We can see the enemy, they say... |
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Hey! we don't want your war! |
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It's quite nice, white light, it's quite, it's quite extraordinary! |
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Window! It's a window! |
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It's white! |
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It's quite... quite... |
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God, quiet! |
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Just a little bit of quiet please! |
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Just stop the noise for once... please!! |