Ultimate High
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in this world,
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expectations are rarely met
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especially, if you dare to dream to set 'em high
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way above the standard,
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the so-called protocol
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but isn't that what we're supposed to do,
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in this lifetime of ours, last hours or not?
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when the temperature rises
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and the plate gets hot
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you start to see the true colors
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in folks you once felt close
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those you care about the most
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and one by one turn their backs on you
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put their own priorities ahead of you
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when you know for a fact,
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you know for a fact
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you would put your life on the line for them
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even in the craziest of situations,
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without hesitation like in a blink of a fly's eye
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thats right, ain't no two ways about it
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ay yo, I really do mean this
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at the end of the day
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its like yeah, here we go again
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how does it feel to be alone at night
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you gotta keep at it
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when nobody's watching in the audience
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if only I had an angel like a guardian
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to guide me to the path, so lost
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like a stray dog without a place to call home
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roaming the streets for a scene long gone
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no familiar faces or friendly tones
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but then, but then, but then, but then, but then
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I put my headphones on and play my song
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and then, and then, and then, and then...
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I can come run to you
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and tell you the kind of things
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that most would never know
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cause they won't even show
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an interest to hear
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this here is like a prayer
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except I don't wait for a reply
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the timing is already perfect
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when I'm down and out,
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on the ground licking wounds
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some old, some new
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you come through and be a real mate
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with care unlimited, unconditional
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nuff of the trade-offs and calculated talks
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just take a walk, face lit by the full moon
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and sit by the oak tree, put my head at ease,
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then I release
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all the pent up energy
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let the eyes secrete,
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and to know for the first time
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that everything is free like it ought to be
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clear the mist of miscellaneous data
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on my mental desktop
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foreground music, blast melodramatic
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the feedback is automatic
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rocks the body electric
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it makes you wanna say
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fuck sex, it's the ultimate high
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original organic till the day that I die
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ecstasy, poetry in motion
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brain drug factory churning out the potions
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catalyst for a runaway chain reaction
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designed to give that pure satisfaction
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trigger a moment
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much bigger than life, defined by the media alike
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what I like and I dont like?
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disconnect, reconnect to the channels I want
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to receive the feed of rush delivery
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to the vessel, fly ride like a fleet enterprise
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once the damage is done,
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say whatever you want, hon
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nah, you're not sorry
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why worry now that I'm so over it
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would I ever lose faith in this world
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so I won't set myself up for yet another fall?
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nah cause I've seen many grown-ups
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all bitter, words full of pessimism and cynicism
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whatever the reason beneath the surface
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a dark force took a toll on a young mind
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it might have been a case of a shattered heart
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courtesy of somebody he or she trusted deeply
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or it might have been a picture of modern-day slavery
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painted for 'em ever since nursery
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and today if it ain't the artificial state of fear
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might as well be the sound of Babylon
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collapsing on its own weight
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oh wait, and as a bonus, the weather getting eerie
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minds growing weary, you got a con theory?
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wouldn't doubt it, but seriously
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your whole outlook is clouded
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like a windshield in the winter
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and get stuck like a splinter,
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on a ring finger, wood-shedding in the back
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I begin to piece together these clues
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how you might end up with an ego on bruise
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and out in the cuts, like a recluse
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but then, but then, but then, but then, but then
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I put my headphones on and play my tunes
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and then, and then, and then, and then...
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right when you figure that you've seen it all
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and you've heard it all
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that everything great is cemented in the past
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freeze framed for eternity,
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never to be topped or tampered with,
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think again my friend, what if we opened ourselves
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to see the bright talent around us
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It can be so damn refreshing
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to know that a fellow human being
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can manifest miracles despite
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equally stricken with the laws of gravity
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always had to be self-appointed, thus anointed
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and you heard this yet
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difficult to apply like a job out of league,
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the truth hard to deal with
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take a dose to conceal with
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a quick fix but why would you
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when you also know it could be too good to be true?
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yeah you gotta be the one
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to search for ethereal high
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we gotta be the ones
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to be that stereo in the system,
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bring balance back to an equilibrium
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its that one note you hit
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however short it may be, a flash on a retina
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on a whim, catch a glimpse into the next realm
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hues brilliant to overwhelm
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it makes you wanna say
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fuck sex, it's the ultimate high
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original organic till the day that I die
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ecstasy, poetry in motion
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brain drug factory churning out the potions
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catalyst for a runaway chain reaction
|
designed to give that pure satisfaction
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trigger a movement
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much bigger than life, defined by the media alike
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what I like and I don't like?
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disconnect, reconnect to the channels I want
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to receive the feed of rush delivery
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to the vessel, fly ride like a fleet enterprise
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ULTIMATE HIGH
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| Eccy + Shing02 |
