[Part I]
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Well I'm a secret lemonade drinker a free thinker
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I stay focused but not blinkered
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And these snapshot memories in my mind
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Legacies from another time
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And I find
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That as the days pass the colours fade
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But the images remain
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[Part II]
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Grazed knees, page three's
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BMX, Atari's
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Dayglo, Velcro
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Yoyo's, Beano's
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Hip hop, don't stop
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Starwars figures, football stickers
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Cola bottles, Jerry Cottles
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Fat laces, dirty faces
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Kiss chases, Wacky Races
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Herbie Hancock, Kurtis Blow
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Roxanne Shante, UFO
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Hip hop
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Don't stop
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[Part III]
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Everything's in slow motion
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Hands in the air
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Sweat flying everywhere
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But we don't care
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Well you could try to fight the feeling
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But I can't see the use
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There's so much love in this room
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And yes its all drug induced
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Can't remember who I am
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Or what I'm doing here
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But at the same time
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In my mind
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Everything is clear
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No fear and no drama
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It's all good karma
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And I never can forget
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The night before the morning after
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[CHORUS]
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Sun up to sun down
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Come up to come down
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Just waiting for Friday to come around
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Sun rise to sun set
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How high can we get
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Monday morning and none of us have slept yet
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Well there's more to life than this
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Of that I'm fully aware
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But there's nothing more intense
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Than crazy nights we shared
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We got bass for the body
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Chemicals for the head
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Every day lives
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Were like a skin we shed
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Well you could try to fight the feeling
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But I can't see the use
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There's so much love in this room
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Of that we're living proof
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You could try to fight the feeling
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But I can't see the use
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It's a shame that in the end
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It was all drug induced
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[CHORUS x2]
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[Part IV]
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Even as I watch you
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All the rest seems to disappear
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You pull me in with your tractor beams
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And wrap me up in your wicked schemes
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My Sunday morning eyes observe
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Your Cadbury's skin uncurve
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And in tronic patterned Venetian light
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You moonwalk to the bathroom
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Well you move across my space without friction
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You're so unbelievable you must be fiction
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Or perhaps a premonition
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But as I listen
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I hear your footfall softly
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And all my troubles fall away from me
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So easily
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But so slowly
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[Part V]
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All these memories in my mind
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I'm still a secret lemonade drinker
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Snapshot Memories
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Just Jack |