It's funny how the music put times in perspective
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Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it
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Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking
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and we can get far wherever you are
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Like a movie that you can't predict
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Like a book that you can't resist
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I sing along a song that's oh so sensual
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bring along a sip to make it all so sexual
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verbally that is, making love to the music means
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vibing to the beat at night
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with the whole city fast asleep, out cold
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true words seem to rise to the lips,
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take hold of a poet in me, most powerfully
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I feel free when the world doesn't owe it to me
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It's so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing,
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trying to find a reason to work, god willing
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I admit, my thinking is wishful
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like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling
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how far do we have to stretch the truth
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to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue
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we can take it all back to the register
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and start all over from the canister
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let's break it all down into pieces of bright moments
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that pass by like a meteorite
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throw on your favorite reel that's good to go
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on the analog player watch the people glow
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sit back to the breeze let the memories flow
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comedy tragedy all the highs and lows
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It's funny how the music put times in perspective
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Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it
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Whenever you are feeling blue keep
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walking and we can get far wherever you are
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Like your moves that I can't predict
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Like your look that I can't resist
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The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual
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the lingering appeal was so unusual
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herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul
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can become poison to some
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with the whole body fast asleep, out cold
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true vision seem to come to the eye,
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take hold of a prophet in me most visibly
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I see clear when the world doesn't show it to me
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It's so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing,
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trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing
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I admit, our dealing is painful
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like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling
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how far do we have to stretch the picture
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before pixelating the human texture
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we can take it all back to the register
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and start all over from the canister
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let's save it all up for an ultimate prize
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homecoming gathering with a big surprise
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throw on your favorite record that's good to go
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on the analog table and it's hooked to blow
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sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow
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hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows
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It's funny how the music put times in perspective
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Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it
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Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking
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and we can get far wherever you are
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okay we can take it all back to the register
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and start all over from the canister
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let's break it all down into pieces of bright moments
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that pass by like a meteorite
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throw on your favorite jacket and you're good to roll
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on the analog trail and you look the role
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just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go
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sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows
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we can take it all back to the register
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and start all over from the canister
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let's break it all down into pieces of bright moments
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that pass by like a meteorite
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Luv (sic.) pt 3 (featuring Shing02)
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| Nujabes |
