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Been changin' my flight for a week now, |
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Not a chance of gettin' off the ground |
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And I mighta lost some o' my marbles |
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So I'm checkin' with the lost and found |
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I'm only tryna stay ahead of danger |
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And the tickin' of the thin red hand |
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But in a half a second I got older |
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It's gettin' harder now to understand |
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Wo woh time keep runnin' |
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Gettin' my stopwatch wound |
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Wo woh moon or sunnin' |
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Day and night'll both be... day and night'll both be... |
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Keepin' me above the ground. |
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Been wakin' up with my nose in the eggs now |
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And I suppose that I could use a shower |
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But I'll never turn the other cheek now |
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I guess the "tude" is gettin' dark and sour |
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I gotta man-up to what I been thinkin' |
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Not a crime to wanna kick it alone |
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But I have come to know what is a real crime |
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To mortify what you don't own |
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Wo woh, time keep runnin' |
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Gettin' my stopwatch wound... |
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Wo woh, moon or sunnin' |
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Day and night'll both be... day and night'll both be... |
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Keepin' me above the ground. |
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Shoot for the ground and you know what you'll find... |
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You'll get the ground every time... |
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Shoot for the moon while your thoughts stay sublime... |
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You'll get something in between |
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Wo woh, time keep runnin' |
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Gettin' my stopwatch wound... |
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Wo woh, moon or sunnin' |
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Day and night'll both be... day and night'll both be... |
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Keepin' me above the ground. |