Lemon mist, sweet decline
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Vitamins for your mind
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Kiss my feet and touch the sky
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Maybe live, maybe die
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Buddha lives on my tongue
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Butterflies in my gun
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I've had it all inside of me
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It's time to move
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It's old honey
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Got to beat it out of me, got no meaning left for me
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It's old honey
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Got to beat 'em out of me and knock the bees
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I gotta keep my indigo clean, my indigo sun
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My indigo free, my indigo fun
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Not into your scene, not into your curse
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I see the money roll but it don't matter with what I'm gonna be
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I can see the hummer bees sting your skin for a dime
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Buddha lifts up my tongue "May we live and you die!"
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You know I picked apart all the gears and antennas that bloomed
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And I'm leaving everything I did
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Can you see that I'm detuned from everyone?
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Belly full I'm feeling
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It's old honey
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Got to beat 'em out of me and knock the bees
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I gotta keep my indigo clean, my indigo sun
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My indigo free, my indigo fun
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Not into your scene, not into your curse
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I see the money roll but it don't matter with what I'm gonna be
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Don't you sell something I need?
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My indigo clean, my indigo fun
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My indigo free, my indigo fun
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Not into your scene, not into your curse
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I see the money roll but it don't matter with what I'm gonna be
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Indigo Clean
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| Fake? |
