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I'm expending my last energy, |
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I feel good, though, cuz |
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I'm seldom seen. |
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A perfect picture |
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I found in a dream |
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I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream, |
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I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam. |
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I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough. |
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I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs |
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My drinks go down, they never come up. |
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I take the train, the verticals are much to rough |
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It's a shame that |
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I'm a powder puff. |
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I'm feeling good |
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I was told not to touch. |
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Reggae gets big in a small town. |
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What ever happened to the original sound. |
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Reggae gets big in a small town |
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I'll tell my friends |
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I'm leaving town. |
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When reggae gets big in a small town |
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I just want to split town. |
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When reggae gets big in a small towm |
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I just want to leave town. |
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I'm setting all my limits low so when |
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I reach for the sky |
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I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare? |
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No, I'm fucking with the crows, |
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I'm flapping my wings but they're lazy and slow. |
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I thought my cement was hardening but |
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I was standing in cookie dough. |
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I baked a dozen so |
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I'd have something to throw! (Bonnel) |
