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Chrome revolution, microphone pollution |
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Satellite days with a textbook solution |
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Get back, slide off the track |
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Like a lyric in a haystack |
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Drunk off of crack, got my feet high |
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Never figured out where the dogs lie |
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Didn't mean to pry but the door was open |
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Lucy in the sky with her red hair tokin' |
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Do what you like, nothing lasts for ever |
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So get on it before you think twice |
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So you think you're clever |
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But everything worth while has got a price |
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Money proof armor makes my mind calmer |
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Honey fully stacked in the back of the bomber |
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Comin' out playin' on the backboard, say |
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Like a dead weight scratch in the middle of the day |
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It's a recline, not another decline |
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It's the days and the nights in the back of your mind |
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With a head change, everything is strange |
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But I'd rather be a smokestack out on the range |
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Do what you like |
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Do what you like, nothing lasts for ever |
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So get on it before you think twice |
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So you think you're clever |
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But everything worth while has got a price |