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57 lines
1.6 KiB
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I seen you go down to a cold mirror
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It was never clearer in my era, so
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You lick a shine upon your forehead or
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Check it by the signs in the corridor
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You light my ways through the club maze
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We would struggle through the dub daze
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I seen myself in there upon my lover
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It's how you go down to the men's room sink
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Sad we talk of how madmen think
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I seen myself in there upon my lover
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I don't know her from another Miss
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I don't know you from another
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See me run now you're gone, dream on
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Why you want to take me to this party and breathe?
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I'm dying to leave
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Every time we grind you know we severed lines
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Where have all those flowers gone, long time passing
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Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking?
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You keep on asking
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Toy-like people make me boy-like
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Toy-like people make me boy-like
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They're invisible, when the trip it flips
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They get physical, way below my lips
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And everything you got's, hoi polloi like
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Now you're lost, and you're lethal
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And now's about a time you gotta leave all
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these good people, dream on
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Nicer than the bird up in the tree-top
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Cheaper than the chip inside my laptop
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All the variations you could do with me
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Nicer than the girl up in your mind you're free
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Automatic crystal remote control
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They come to move your soul
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You kinda fade into the backgrounds
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Like a better smoke'll bring you back rounds
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Like a man slide inside you my dear
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Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears
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See 'em run now you're gone, dream on
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Toy-like people make me boy-like
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Toy-like people make me boy-like
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I found a reason, I found a reason
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Dream on, dream on, dream on
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Name Risingson
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Artist Massive Attack
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Album Mezzanine
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