[Chorus]
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Get up to get down now
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Get up to get down now (like this)
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Get up to get down now (like this)
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Get up to get down now (alright)
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I don't wanna do it anymore
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Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it
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Hey
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I don't wanna do it anymore
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Couldn't do it if I tried...
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[Verse 1]
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Okay
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The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns 'em?
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No friendly, non-threatening corporate lackey mucks in the totem.
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Lucy was in the sky with diamonds, five dollars to hold 'em.
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The summer Vanik beat Pac-Man with acid behind his molars.
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Little white tab tolerant. Little white flag waggling.
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Inorganic pat on back. trim the panic flat on backer.
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Back to back like Mad Hatter magic rabid mastiff collaborative splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit.
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(Dark days)
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Ben and Louie-Louie
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(Park blaze)
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Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that 1-2-3 repeater.
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Good morning, Vietnam.
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Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch?
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Sorry dog, I dreamt the foulest shit.
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There was this rabbit's foot talisman drowning out of my arm span.
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What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs.
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What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands,
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but I'm up now.
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Let's get this window pain and shut the fuck down.
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Down by the river where the litter sits
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And lion heart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates
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I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties
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Sacred, numb, and boundless went the saint protocol company.
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Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy
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Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy
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There's spiders in the mattress, Paisley sunglasses, dialated eyes green
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Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen
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Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face
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Twelve hour solid gold entertainment
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Utter shit to self from mothership to stealth ADD patient.
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(Space Invader)
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This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers
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Only the illest beats leak absurdly out the boombox
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The day-tripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium."
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Whistle while you work like a canary lung
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy that carried drugs
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I sorta see it as my last blast summer
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Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics in big numbers
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Good times, good people
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All airbrushed on a collapsible easel
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Peace man, easy
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[Bridge]
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And I knew the permanency would drift
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And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
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And I knew the crash and burn had to caress it
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LSD, flash the message
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And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding
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And I knew the ph balance wasn't right
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And I knew how September would then affect it
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LSD...
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[Verse 2]
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Lazy summer days
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Like some decrepit land shark dumb luck squad dog lurk sicker diluted.
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Last sturdy domino lean secluded.
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Don't let stupid delusions lessen super-duty labor students dragnet lifer solutions.
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Daddy loved sloppy dimension like son/daughter link.
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Such determinated leopards.
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Successfully disheveled.
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Little soldiers developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings.
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Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses.
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Some do.
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Let sleeping dogs lie still.
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Don't look so damn lackluster.
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Suck defeat.
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Lump sum damage?
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Load, sample, delete.
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Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip slide, dutch.
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Low self-discipline leaders see dead lung self-destruct.
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Life sucks dickhead.
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Lost summers display laminates showcasing divinity live, system definitive.
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Liturgy soaked, depict lowly spectacular delight.
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Why, what kind of LSD you like?
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Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)
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You in the back get 'em up.
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Those trails aren't necessarily bunk.
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(Summertime)
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Some'll try to recapture the same flag but I played it smart and recognized the summertime past.
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[Chorus]
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The Greatest Pac-Man Victory in History
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| Aesop Rock |
