| I’m smokin' trees under the moonlight flight right into the sky
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| Now there’s no need to cry or wonder why
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| Fly into the heavens, I beckon to the angels to come down
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| Before the sun starts to hit the ground
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| 'Round, 'round go the wheels in my head
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| I dread the light 'cause I fight
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| And I might end up dead
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| I said all that’s on my mental
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| The incidental turns into fate—wait
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| Can you tell me why, why do I hate?
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| Questions demand answers
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| But there’s no answers to my questions
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| Can you point me in the right direction?
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| Dark demands light, but there’s no light in my darkness
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| Can you show me how to spark this?
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| Death demands life, but my life is full of death
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| Can you tell me if I’m taking in my last breath?
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| On demands off, but there’s no off to my on
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| Can you tell me if it’s heaven or hell beyond the dawn?
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| What lies beyond the dawn
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| Is it enough to keep moving on
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| What lies beyond the dawn
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| Is it enough to keep moving on
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| I’m sittin', spitten and rewritten
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| Fittin' all thoughts into my mind speak
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| So I try to peep what’s unique
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| Weak mental, transcendental comes down around
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| Try to put some action to my words
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| But my verbs are gagged and bound
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| Sound trickles in my ear and round ripples of my fear
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| Tell me that we can see that yes, the dawn is near
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| Fear not the spot that awaits you in your fate
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| But what I really want to know is it love or is it hate?
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| I’m sippin' water not coffee, comin' off me is the vibe
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| To strive to stay alive and just ride the ride
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| Slide slid down the wall, and crawled down the well
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| Are you swell, or do you dwell inside a personal hell?
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| The time is coming, hear you running from the fate that comes
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| Do you feel every pain, or do you go out numb?
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| Succumb to the reality-mentality, don’t know right from wrong
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| The list goes on and on, just bring on the dawn |