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[INTRO] |
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[Verse 1] |
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When I walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face |
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My ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways |
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Chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves |
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I get physical strength from my individual ways |
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Meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled |
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Rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel |
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Docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill |
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Drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled |
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They say if you snooze you loose |
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Well I spend my days, dazed and confused |
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Is it cause I blaze all day and fade, then that's old news |
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If it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues |
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Don't get used to it, running mascara I refuse |
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Closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing |
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But struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing |
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Dreams, but it seems all I get are sleepless nights |
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Nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights |
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[Hook] |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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Left you for more, left the room hollow |
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Many will fall, a lot more will follow |
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[Miriam Makeba] |
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You take drugs to psyche your mind |
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You take wine, to forget about time |
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You create a world of your own |
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Where the truth, will never be known |
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[Verse 2] |
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I work when the work seems like play |
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And hate to play when the work seems to work my way, I say |
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I work my way through everyday that I play my way |
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Now.. |
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Hear what I say, hear what I say |
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Makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations |
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The locks will open someday continued determination |
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Restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations |
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And I will head for my destination |
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I stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath |
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Of lost souls that left in and out of consciousness |
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Drinking wine reminds me of what honest is |
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Making me wonder where the hell the logic is? |
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We're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause |
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Fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall |
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Through the wall, through it all, who we are? |
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No denying that at 5 foot I still stand tall |
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[Hook] |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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Left you for more, left the room hollow |
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Many will fall, a lot more will follow |
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[Miriam Makeba] |
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You take drugs to psyche your mind |
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You take wine, to forget about time |
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You create a world of your own |
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Where the truth, will never be known |
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[Hook]x4 |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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Left you for more, left the room hollow |
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Many will fall, a lot more will follow |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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Left you for more, left the room hollow |
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Many will fall, a lot more will follow |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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Left you for more, left the room hollow |
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Many will fall, a lot more will follow |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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Left you for more, left the room hollow |
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Many will fall, a lot more will follow |
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Many will fall |
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A lot more will follow |
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Follow |
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Many will fall |
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A lot more will follow |
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Follow |
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Many will fall |
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A lot more will follow |
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Follow |
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Many will fall |
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A lot more will follow |
