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I don't need no special things to get me high |
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All I needs a touch of Ron to get me by |
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I see people traveling, never make a move |
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I don't follow my leader, needles in the groove |
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I don't like sitar, it don't touch guitar |
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People selling me heaven, praying to the sky |
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I don't read their message, listen with your eyes |
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Listen with your eyes, listen with your eyes |
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(I love it) |
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You've had a hustling day |
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Your life's roundabout anyway |
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I got my feet on the ground |
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That doesn't mean I don't get around |
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I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue |
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I love to see a daybreak, it's not a chemical wide awake |
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I like a rub in the tub, I never want to pull out the plug |
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I get up on tops and down on Mr. Blue, Mr. Blue |
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People search the dailies, live by horoscope |
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Looking for direction, don't they get the joke |
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I won't fear the reaper, when the curtain falls |
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I'm not vegetating, waiting for the call |
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I don't like sitar, it don't touch guitar |
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Wake up to the future, you should make your plans |
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Dreams are made in heaven, life is in your hands |
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Life is in your hands, life is in your hands |
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Life is in your hands |
