My pencil is dull
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My pencil is dull
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There's not much lead left in my pencil
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My marker ran dry
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Was a scribblin' night
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And there's not much lead left in my pencil
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There's not an activity at all
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There's no wheels a turnin' in my skull
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In my skull, in my skull
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Oh oh oh
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I'm in love with Jacques Cousteau
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You take me deeper than I ever go
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And that's the reason why I'll leave you
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Oh oh oh
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Making love when ad we've just begun
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I need assistance from your aqualung
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And that's the reason why I'll leave you
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And oh my mystery man
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You're so oh oh oh
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You're so provocative so underground
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And I never wanna see your face
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You come oh oh oh
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You come invisible to paint the town
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My pencil is dull
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My pencil is dull
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There's not much lead left in my pencil
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My marker ran dry
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Was a scribblin' night
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And there's not much lead left in my pencil
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There's not an activity at all
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There's no wheels a turnin' in my skull
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In my skull, in my skull
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Oh oh oh
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Suicide bombers just need a hug
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Get that bomb strapped on nice and snug
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Let my divine love relieve you
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Oh oh oh
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Tonight's the night go and oil your gun
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We'll turn the quick stop to emporium
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Let my divine light lead you
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And oh my mystery man
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You're so oh oh oh
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You're so provocative, so underground
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And I never wanna see your face
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You come oh oh oh
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You come invisible to paint the town
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Go on guerrilla pull your hoods up
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And the billboards yours this time
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And shake your paint can and throw your piece up
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Then you run for your righteous crime
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Oh oh oh ring around the fat man
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Around little boy
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Daddy gave me this fantastic toy
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Let's go and find out what it can do
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Oh oh oh
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Ashes to ashes and we all fall down
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There's nothing standing for miles around
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I guess we found out what it can do
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And oh my mystery man
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Oh my mystery man
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You're so oh oh oh
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You're so provocative, so underground
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And I never wanna see your face
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You come oh oh oh
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You come invisible to paint the town
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My stencil is dope
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My stencil is dope
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Just follow the rope to my stencil
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Tiananman square mickey d's in the air
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'Cause there's not much lead left in my pencil
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There's not an activity at all
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There's no wheels a turning in my skull
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In my skull, in my skull
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In my skull, in my skull
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In my skull, in my skull
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Ode To Banksy
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Jesca Hoop |