A wise man once said
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We exist in a bizarre combination of stone age emotions
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Medieval beliefs, God like technology many people can reach
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I can sit on the beach, watch the sky turn violet-red
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While moving through a planetary spider web
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See the jungle through the eye of a tiger's head
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Black hat hackers fight from their lion's den
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While truth lives and dreams that go free
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We got rickety boats bursting at the seams with refugees
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(Check it)
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While some kids fight just to make the honor roll
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Other kids fight just to claim the waterhole
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And you know it, the moment the air is motionless
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Compassionate emotions stick when your motion shifts
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And I don't trust my TV news caster
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My world flips likes a 3D view master
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Look out the window and put it in a paragraph
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Watching life travel past back in cattle class
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Harness the beat and the passion that you heart gives
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The Noah Ark kid, captain of his starship
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Don't let him tell you different to all you school kids
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Being smart is cool, prepare your mental toolkits
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And with this knowledge, start to get your bandwidth
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The architecture of science and I can chase the planet
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I got the fresh force I hopped and leapt forth
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So check it mate, I'm the palm to cross the chessboard
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Sometimes they try to break me
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(Hey, ooh)
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Other times I feel safe and sound
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(Hey, ooh)
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And I don't know why I'm weightless now
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But I'm guessing it's because we're running on air
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Sometimes they try to break me
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(Hey, ooh)
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Other times I feel safe and sound
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(Hey, ooh)
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And I don't know why I'm weightless now
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But I'm guessing it's because we're running on air
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I was told that life is as easy as can be
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But apparently the tragedy is freedom isn't free
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I've been bleeding on this beat and spilling my guts
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At the last supper where the Gods fill up my cup
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See the truth is, it's all in your head
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And time will only stop still when your wings are spread
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There's no map to buy for the trail to my heart
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So I'll be coming home after I sail to the stars
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And that kid hovers high, yelling live, love or die
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While he swallows caterpillars and spits butterflies
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With a mic and a Molotov, missile's on a message
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It's a lunar eclipse when I listening to records
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I brainstorm to rid the taxes and change laws
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The worlds on course to clash with the claymore
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The captain that came forth packing a chainsaw I never knocked
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I took an axe to the stage door
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I'm like the ever lit match when the rain pours
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A legend to my friends coming back from a great tour
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The true crusader stands up to the man
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Mind over matter turns handcuffs into sand
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It's contained in a flame and it lives in a heartbeat
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So fuck this party man, give me the car keys
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I wanna give like Mr. Smith in 'Seven Pounds'
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To change my brain to a plane that never grounds
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Sometimes they try to break me
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(Hey, ooh)
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Other times I feel safe and sound
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(Hey, ooh)
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And I don't know why I'm weightless now
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But I'm guessing it's because we're running on air
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Sometimes they try to break me
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(Hey, ooh)
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Other times I feel safe and sound
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(Hey, ooh)
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And I don't know why I'm weightless now
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But I'm guessing it's because we're running on air
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Sometimes they try to break me
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(Hey, ooh)
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Other times I feel safe and sound
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(Hey, ooh)
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And I don't know why I'm weightless now
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But I'm guessing it's because we're running on air
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Sometimes they try to break me
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(Hey, ooh)
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Other times I feel safe and sound
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(Hey, ooh)
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And I don't know why I'm weightless now
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But I'm guessing it's because we're running on air
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Weightless Wings
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| Bliss N Eso |
