I'm going round,
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I'm going round to my friends house,
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To get myself high.
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It takes me to a different place
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where nothing leaves my mind.
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But men in blue knocked on my door,
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and said "I've come to kill off your kind",
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it's the killing of the mind.
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The circus came,
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then packed up there things.
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When there's no ones around,
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We'll be high as kings,
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without the things,
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like jewels and gold.
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I'm rolling down,
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I'm rolling down to my hotel,
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between the lines.
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The paperboy still looks the same,
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as the old get old
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and the young are feeling fine.
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A soldier came knocked down my walls
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and said a˘ć©« I've come to kill off your kinda˘ć?
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It's the killing of the mind.
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The circus came,
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then packed up there things.
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When there's no one around,
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we'll be high as kings,
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without the things,
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like jewels and gold.
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[x2]
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Jewels And Gold
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| Angus And Julia Stone |
