Many of you know the story
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Of Dr. Light, Dr. Wiley, rock and roll
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But did you know that there was one other?
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One other creation
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One other Rolex
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From the top
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This, this the blues
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Tom was like a good man with great dreams
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Changed the world for the better through peaceful means
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He knew both bodies from A to Z
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One of the human campaign so he created me
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A darker storm even incubated a robot capable of independent thought and reasoning
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He was the type to plan and over-plan
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I was the prototype so he made me Proto Man
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I was incomplete, dealt with a fatal flaw
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Dr. Light tried to repair it, I said nah
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I knew that my creator would put my feelings aside
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For the greater good, so I left the neighborhood
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He ain¡¯t done enough, why dig a deeper hole?
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He gave me free will so I will not be controlled
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He went features, even my heart and my soul
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When the going gets tough even the tough roll
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So I split, and who happened to find me a scientist by the name of Dr. Robert Wiley?
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You gotta take back whatever you borrowed
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And in the end the goal is a better tomorrow
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So he told me what I needed to hear
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Told me I was a leader who people needed to fear
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And I learned a little but I¡¯m still a little confused
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And I guess that¡¯s why they call it the blues
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When you hear that whistle you know what it is
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That mean the epic saga of Proto begins
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And no one knows how the story will end
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Am I for a friend? Well, I guess it depends
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Dr. Wiley corrected my imbalances
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And then he supplied me with a new set of challenges
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Gave me a seal then the strength of like 10 of me
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And a visor to hide my identity
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Makes a mistake, will come back to haunt him
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When I find these robots and stop all them
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Perfected the formula when you made rock and roll
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But I like my design because I got control
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They¡¯re nearly puppets, if there¡¯s such a thing
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Completely useless if you cut the string
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But I still consider them my fam
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They always tryina change me but I am what I am
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Black sheep but a scrapheap
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Cold world out here so you know I gotta pack heat
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For desperate times and desperate measures but
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When threats arrive we get together and I¡¯m
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In and out like a double agent
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6th sense so I always see the spot trouble waitin
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One thing drops, gon see it my way
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And hit he highway but until that fine day
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I roll out and I do what I do
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So I guess that¡¯s why they call it the blues
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I¡¯m on my own, I do what I do
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So I guess that¡¯s why they call it the blues
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The Blues
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Marcus D |