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You wash your face in my sink
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In my sink
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You wash your face in my sink
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In my sink (sink)
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You wash your face in my sink
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In my sink (sink)
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You wash your face in my sink
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Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld
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Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field
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Sadly you get up to bat and take a swing thing
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Should I
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Shouldn't I try?
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Too late
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You sunk into the sink that I wash my face
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You wash your face in my sink
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In my sink
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Tougher
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That's what I'm getting
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I'm getting rougher
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And you beat me?
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Suffer
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The attempt of an attempt well tried
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Well your side tried
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But my side will never be denied
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Cause I'm swinging it stinging neglection
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With an injection of truth
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I've come to untwist the twisted youth
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How does it feel now that I've got you all to think?
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Yeah, and wash your face in my sink
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You wash your face in my sink
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Here I go I here I go I here I go again
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I have a little place to send a little false friend
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Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts
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A little negative taught
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Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence
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That makes sense
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So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes
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For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges
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What I just spoke into a language called speech
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You try to catch it but you just can't reach
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For you leave a ring around the basin
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When you wash your face in
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In my sink
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You wash your face in my sink
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Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye
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You constantly lie "when dove's cry"
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Out that you are not about what you say
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The image of the field you reveal and portray
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For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism
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So please listen
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Up not down
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For down is the devil
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So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble
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You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel
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For this is pure pain
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Pick ax and a shovel
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Hear no command
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Hear just warning
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If you wake up in the morning
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And wash your face in my sink
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You wash your face in my sink
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Swing on the grounds of the play ground
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The wire to the amp to improve the sound
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I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean
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And witness the warriors of the dream
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For the bigger the orange
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Is the bigger the peel
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Thieves who steal
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Get a wheel for real
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A spin to infin or until I give a pardon
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Me, I never promised you a rose garden
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Or nourishment just punishment for a fink
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Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink
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You wash your face in my sink
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Open up the door
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Step across the wet floor
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You can make it
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You can tape it
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This rhyme forevermore
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Peer into the drain as the water goes down
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Why do you frown is the end of the sound
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* * *
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But bring back the rhyme
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For the rhyme is evaporated
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And all of the sucker MCs
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To the Jones is saying
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They would
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They could
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They think
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But never ever never dare try
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To wash their face in my sink
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Wash Your Face In My Sink
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Dream Warriors |