| Ya know one day the indigenous people of the
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| earth are gonna reclaim what’s righfully
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| there’s.
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| Really? |
| Uh oh!
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| Lose your mind misplace your mind
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| forgot you even had a mind
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| 'cause someone told you it’s impossible
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| to change your mind
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| a friend of mine made it to twenty-five
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| we had a celebration man I’m glad that you’re alive
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| I’m happy to see my man you’re beatin’the odds
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| and for this on this day we give thanks to the gods
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| 'cause everyone deserves a shot except you only get one
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| I hope it’s not through the head my son.
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| 'cause life is short when you’re afraid to die.
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| life is hard when you’re afraid to cry.
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| but when I feel alone I sing myself a song
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| because wherever I lay a groove is my home.
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| But can you see me in the desert?
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| Of course you can!
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| Can you see me on the mountain?
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| Of course you can!
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| Can you see me in the ocean?
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| Of course you can!
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| I’m just splishin’and splashin'
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| and jumpin’in the sand!
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| But he remembered memories of walkin'
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| through the puddles
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| sayin’Gee dad, am I the one who’s wanted by the federal Government doesn’t want me to go to school
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| I ask too many questions
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| and I don’t play by their rules.
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| In school they tried to tall me that a rock is not alive
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| but I have seen a volcano growin’up and die
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| In school they tried to tell me that a tree it couldn’t feel
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| but I have felt a tree and it was bleeding for real
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| In school they tried to tell
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| me animals couldn’t talk
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| but they can understand it when a dog starts to bark
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| in school they tried to tell me man doesn’t have a soul
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| whet happened to his I say cause mine is still whole!
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| (bridge)
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| Can you see me?
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| Can you see me?
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| The reoccuring dream of life’s imprisonment
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| the reoccuring scream of a world and it’s residents
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| the reoccuring theme of a mind full of finger prints
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| the reoccuring dream of a knife and a president
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| well would you like to look at Madonna’s book on sex?
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| or would you rather Alex Haley’s book on Malcolm X?
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| Their fuckin’with Ice T but they don’t even care if Eric Clapton’s singin’I Shot the Sherriff!
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| but how many more books on this subject can I read
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| and how many more frustrations must I try to ease
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| end how many more days of this bad air can I breathe
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| and how many more of my friends must just die and leave
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| But you can’t diffuse the ticking time bomb
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| you can’t refuse the time it has come
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| you can’t erase our people from the nation
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| I’ll take a life before they call us the lost generation
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| Can you see me in Africa?
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| of course you can!
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| can you see me in Asia?
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| of course you can!
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| can you see me in Australia?
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| of course you can!
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| Aotearoa? |
| Western Samoa? |
| Eskimoa?
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| can you see me in the White House?
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| no you can’t!
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| can you see me on the radio?
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| Hell No!
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| Can you see me with the police?
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| In handcuffs?
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| splishin', splashin', jumpin'in the sand. |