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This is the tale I'm afraid's unfolding
Mini earthquakes and a gun unloading Volleys of thoughts to the back of my brain Taking me over like rock cocaine I don't do junk but I'm familiar with the feeling The ghosts so close, hear them breathing Spitting their bile down the back of my throat Ain't you ever wondered why they call it dope? I used to run around with a head like a soup can Like a train, popping pills like Pac-Man But beneath my skin and along my spine I could feel a fleet of cockroaches prying Waiting for me to take my first hit I knew right then I didn't need that shit Like a window reflecting time Livin' on a planet of my own design [Chorus] Yeah, whoah, I can feel the sugarcane flow, Every time I change my mind. (sample) Hear all the people say Chorus It's like the man said, you gotta move on up You don't try to get high, you're gonna come unstuck Like knocked down skittles on a pinball game You gotta spread your mind, you know what I'm saying Beneath the shadow of a moth you hide When the troubles that you face become magnified You can take your life or take religion But who wants to be one of God's carrier pigeons Speading the message like Grandmaster Flash Or some devil on a trolley dash Collecting souls and picking up receipts You never taste the poison when the sugar's so sweet And you're praying the game remains the same Every time you dip a spoon into your eggcup brain When the clock strikes one, put out the streamers It's gonna be a good day for the dreamers Chorus x2 [below x2] Sweet sugar cane, In on my brain I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane Go insane, No Third verse, same as the first Only this time the sugar hits you in reverse Spins you around, puts you in a dream Turns your mind into an elephant balloon machine There's a trap set, but you shot right through it Quicker than the human eye like hong kong phooey You forget about the funk that you've been dragged into Surfin' a high you suck the last glass splinter Out of your heart, it's a brand new summer No longer are you just another young blade runner You're a player in a game that requires no pieces Rules are just restrictions that the state releases As the world spins off its hinge We're all too busy analyzing things But like I said before I know how I'm defined I'm livin' on a planet of my own design Chorus x2 |
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Dear Dhinus, did you call?
It was the best surprise of all Don't need no crossroads or no scroll to sell your soul Behind the writer of this song Are a thousand love affairs gone wrong You can only write when you're as lonely as a stone (So you let the ones that you love go) Oh how my heart keeps beating I know it's just repeating Feelings that were computed Long ago while you were shooting high I'm feeling like a butterfly Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die? Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die? Tell the hangman not to start And wake the hermit from your heart Burn the maps that chart your dreams They're all just make believe Oh how my heart keeps beating I know it's just repeating Feelings that were computed Long ago while you were shooting high I'm feeling like a butterfly Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die? Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die? |
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