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Feeling stuck, self-loathing, shoe gazing? |
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Pesky flies getting you down? |
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Try new supersonic flypaper |
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It's catchy and it's pop |
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Flypaper, do it again, do it again |
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Do it again, can he do it again? |
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Do it again, do it again |
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Do it again, can we do it? |
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Yeah, you see it everyday |
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All the people standing at the train station |
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Left, right, left, right, left, right |
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We don't talk to each other now |
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What an alien nation |
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Uptight, uptight, uptight |
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I hope one day, some things can get better |
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I hope some way, our hearts can change the weather |
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As we walk this yellow road and try to shake the load |
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In this 416 area code, it's another night in |
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TV land, I say |
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I'm not one to repeat myself but if it ain't broken, don't fix it |
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I see you burning all that midnight oil |
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But I'm caught between a rock and a hard place |
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That's why |
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I'm walking in the city with a hard face |
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Seems I'm afraid of being afraid |
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Do it again, do it again |
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Do it again, can we do it? |
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You think |
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I don't know |
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Oh, how I see your eyes run dry |
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Subliminal pro, |
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I've got to go |
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Plus I couldn't be the pound in your chest |
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Game for fame, for checkmate, |
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I've got a new mind state |
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Plus I've got the power of the cat, rotate |
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I'm straight, digging in my record crate |
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Lights on your party, so they leave the hate |
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Come onAnd time is a thief that leaves nothing behind |
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And I've got no grief or acts to cry in this fair city |
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I'm just a man who wants to understand |
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Who wants to know the plans, tell me the plans, tell me the plans |
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I'm not one to repeat myself but if it ain't broken, don't fix it |
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I see you burning all that midnight oil |
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But I'm caught between a rock and a hard place |
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That's why |
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I'm walking in the city with a hard face |
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Seems I'm afraid of being afraid |
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Do it again, do it again |
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Do it again, can we do it? |
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Yo, okay, it seems at times that |
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I'm under hypnosis |
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I suppose this city life is a process |
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I wrote this, like a million years ago |
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Tried to get out of the game a million tears ago |
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But I'm back, chillin', illin' for top billin' |
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Levitate to the ceiling by resurrectin' the feelin' |
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Hip-hop, it started out in the far |
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Are we lost in the dark? |
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I think we maybe forgot |
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But never mind that, we like to party |
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We don't start trouble and we don't bother nobody' |
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Cause Y is a letter with a long, long tail |
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And I write these lyrics you can feel like |
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BrailleHail, the most high, |
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I post high |
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I used to swing low, now |
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I let the crabs know |
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That my antimatter is shattering any ladder |
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That's crawling with snakes, make no mistake, we not fake, wake up |
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I'm not one to repeat myself but if it ain't broken, don't fix it |
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I see you burning all that midnight oil |
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But I'm caught between a rock and a hard place |
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That's why |
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I'm walking in the city with a hard face |
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Seems I'm afraid of being afraid |
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Ooh, got stuck, ooh, flypaper |
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I don't care, |
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I don't care |
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Who's that girl? |
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She's flypaper |
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She don't care, she don't care |
