| By all means
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| By all means
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| Just get the country side of me
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| Yes by all means
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| By all means
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| Just keep the parts so I can speak
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| So I can speak
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| Might condone the thought of me
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| My only excess don’t tread on me
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| Wherever I go
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| With all I see
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| Just leave me to be free
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| Had I no way ever change things
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| Focus on the wall
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| Trade your focus for a bird wing
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| So you could see without it all
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| Without it all
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| Mind control in my bright head
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| To make myself completely clear
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| The timing is gold
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| No later date
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| The places let’s go to tread on me
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| Cuz I’m my little mystery
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| Just like the pyramids to me
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| And what’s the point of keeping history
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| To hold a grudge across the sea
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| Wanna lie with a lasso
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| Now watch the way that he wears
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| Such a hollow hollow halo
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| In everything that he impairs
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| Hot lava at the headlights
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| And then where he spares
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| Between the conscious and the red lights
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| And to the gray inside his head
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| Mine is full
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| But I don’t fear
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| To make myself completely clear
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| The timing is gold
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| No later date
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| The preachers might go to tread on me
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| Cuz I’m my little mystery
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| Just like the solvents in the sea
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| And I compiled all the entries
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| So just repeat it after me
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| Might condone the thought of me
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| My other obsessed anxiety
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| Since I don’t even know that
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| That is all I’ll let you know
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| Just cut away
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| And realize
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| There is nothing you’ll know that is never in flight
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| Just watch the way
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| Cut through your hands
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| Then you won’t even know what you don’t understand
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| Just na na
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| Don’t tell me the leastest piece of mine
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| Your little problems won’t go away away
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| Let the scalpel leave this piece behind
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| Your little problems won’t go away away |