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Oh yeah I'm a child of the funky time |
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Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes |
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And in the process of me breaking free |
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I have inherited a painful legacy |
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I have even created some ugly children for you to adopt |
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That you have chosen to embrace |
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You embrace the ugly, the dyin' and the freak |
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Only because he is a part of you and you are afraid to speak |
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Deep down, way down in the depths of you |
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He is ready to take over and rape the last part of the sanity in your mind |
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Let him out, let him out, let him run wild, scream free |
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Get crazy and forget about music what it was what it is or what its supposed to be |
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Give it to the day, give in to the funky |
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Give in to the gypsy, to the nigger in you soul and fly free |
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Fly free |
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..Give it to the.... |
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Oh lord, curse of the newborn child |
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...The incredible madness of just you, and then |
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Yeah, yeah |
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...Maybe, we will see.... |
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A beautiful newborn child |
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...Something beautiful, something beautiful... |
