Welcome to this groove you can move right
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We¡¯re gonna take you higher (higher)
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Not caught in the quagmire (mire)
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I can¡¯t survive on the stupid 9 to 5
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I¡¯d rather be poor writin¡¯ tunes livin¡¯ on a commune
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Kickin¡¯ it with my brothers (brothers)
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And significant others (others)
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Life in pursuit of only money we think its funny
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The only thing that money it could ever bring for me
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Would be some gifts for my friends follow me now
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Trips for my family
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The only thing I love is freedom
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The people around me I need ¡®em
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I¡¯d like to buy the world coat but like I said I said
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You could never get me interested in dreams of wealth
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Myself my birthday happens to land on April 12th whack
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A Coney Island of the mind it¡¯s mine
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I swipe the sweets strip the beats in the sunshine
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Loco holmes I stroll because I¡¯m thinkin¡¯
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A tone poem alone is love medicine then the demon
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Spring revolution in my spirit here it is and I will kill with it
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Ta-ta-ta Travelin¡¯ head spinnin¡¯ from the medicine
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Illusions fadin¡¯ out and comin¡¯ on again
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Unwind your mind then find entire minutes
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Abstract the tract of sight day breakin¡¯ in it
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Doles out my share of the world, ocean, and sun
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Rising with whirling motion
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Yea
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I fought, kicked, and screamed my way to getting born
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Now I feel warm and I say come on the night won¡¯t save anyone
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Won¡¯t you roam we¡¯ve grown so we can let again
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I¡¯m so selected oh white foam the travellin¡¯
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We¡¯re here, we¡¯re breathing and we wanna keep out blood running
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So we¡¯re gonna keep gunning to the next homecoming
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I like to boogie to the bang (he said come up) bang boogie
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Say jump the boogie to the bang bang come on
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