A man came up from anywhere
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A nd cut the edge so close
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That it could not be ignored
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The people gasped and grabbed their hearts
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The sky--it danced and shook the dark
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and everywhere the people wanted more
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Changed the history of the scene
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Hit it like a bomb if you know what i mean
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He was the next beethovern or the next Van Gogh
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A brand new edgar allan poe
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Anticipation was rising for the second work
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To give their existence another needed perk (and they were)
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Waiting for another hit
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Waiting for another hit
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Waiting for another hit
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Waiting for another hit
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The critics hated it
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They chewed it up and spat it out
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Some called it high art
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Some said it wasn't high enough
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So, what do you say?
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So, do what yo say.
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Meanwhile
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Some found the true meaning or art
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That lay not in the perception
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But deep within the heart
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The spit will dry on their faces
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and they will be all the better for it
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What do you say?
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Do what you say.
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Don't wait for this.
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Waiting For Another Hit
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Cool Hand Luke |