Here are a few notes from the underground.
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Load them at your pleasure.
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These are the dusty pictures that i found
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While on my search for treasure.
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Here is the hazy vision that i saw,
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Here's what she said to me:
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For a scientist I am too raw
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I know all about you can't you see?
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She said don't be making no provocation
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Unless you're ready to handle the nation
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I'm cold and I'm bold and I don't do what I'm told.
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She wore mirrorshades.
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And I can't explain the thing about her mirrorshades.
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But I know that i can't live without her mirrorshades.
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And I kind of lose my mind about her mirrorshades.
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And the strange attractors that surround her.
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Remember as you bust north at her call,
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That you can never doubt it.
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No matter what you cannot have it all,
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'Cuz she leaves home without it.
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But in the darkness where we both were caught,
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In the heartbeat of El Nido.
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I had a vhs for her to slot
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And now I never want to go.
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She said "Now you're here, you've got to show and prove,
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And do that dance until it don't move.
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The phone doesn't work so you won't be calling home."
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She wore mirrorshades.
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And I can't explain the thing about her mirrorshades.
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But I know that i can't live without her mirrorshades.
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And I kind of lose my mind about her mirrorshades.
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And the strange attractors that surround her.
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She was so absolutely digital,
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To jack in now was wrong.
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But Cupid punches deck with chemicals
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While Dark Madonna sings her song.
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She wore mirrorshades.
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And I can't explain the thing about her mirrorshades.
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But I know that i can't live without her mirrorshades.
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And I kind of lose my mind about her mirrorshades.
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And the strange attractors that surround her.
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Mirrorshades.
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Mirrorshades
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