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CHASE THE SUN
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Welcome to the epicenter,
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where we got spring and summer,
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but we skip the winter.
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Feel free to enter
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the zone of the Supertones,
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where late into the night we just
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rock the microphone.
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We lived inside the fault lines
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beneath the earth's surface.
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Spendin' all our time
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readin' books and writin' verses.
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The earth stated shakin'
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from the noise we were makin'.
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We emerged from the rubble,
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OC was taken.
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With the music came the message,
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so we rock the verbs.
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Still neutral as a nazi
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so you forget what you heard.
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We never leave the cross behind,
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we use it as a banner,
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scripture the vernacular,
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Jesus in the grammar.
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Throw your hands up,
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throw your hands up high!
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Tear the roof off and pull down the sky!
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Chase the sun back to California,
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tears in my eyes.
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Tell me where you're from,
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the mighty west side!
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Let me continue
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to lighten up the mood a little.
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Never number one,
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but never playin' second fiddle.
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My thoughts are like a circle,
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with Jesus in the middle.
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Rhyme for a reason,
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I don't rhyme to riddle.
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High emotions are like I'm yellin',
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no need to be alarmed.
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SUPERTONES is what your smellin'.
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If lovin' you's a crime,
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then baby I'm a felon.
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Where we go from here,
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my people, there's no tellin'...
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Are you ready to go
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when it's time to get
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back on the road just to see you?
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On this narrow path
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we got no time to dally.
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Follow my lead
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and chase the sun back to Cali.
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CHASE THE SUN
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Supertones |