| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| And don’t you worry bout me I’ll be fine
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| I’ll see everybody on the upside
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| I’m alright, don’t you cry
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| Everybody just get high
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| I feel the darkness oh no lord
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| The darkness I go towards
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| I really want freedom
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| But I ain’t selling my soul for it
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| I can’t afford it, I feel it’s too expensive
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| Pray to God that I’m forgiven, Lord this is my repentance
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| And my momma taught me better, sang Amazing Grace
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| I came to fame, to trade the pain, for razor blades, to cut loose
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| A must do. |
| I take a stand
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| If it’s fuck you, its fuck you cause I’m a
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| Man and we don’t respond well to bully tactics
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| Before you try us just know that the whole team is fully savage
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| No weapons formed against me will ever prosper
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| Watch how you keep talkin'
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| Just know I’m off my rocker
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| And don’t you worry bout me I’ll be fine
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| I’ll see everybody on the upside
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| I’m alright, don’t you cry
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| Everybody just get high
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| All of the sudden they askin me how I’m feeling
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| I’m sick of explaining myself I’m Bob Dylan
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| I started at the floor but I think I hit the ceiling
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| Either die the hero or live long enough to be the villain
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| The good die young like Jimi, Croce
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| And Hendrix probably blow right past it not even knowin' the limit
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| Paranoid, blowing weed smoke
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| Staring out the peep hole
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| Feeling like my legacy is tainted like I’m Pete Rose
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| And I don’t wanna die yet
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| But if I do remember me for stacking
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| Up my checks
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| And my southern dialect
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| God loves the gangsters and fuck-ups
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| Be careful what you say, there are angels amongst us
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| And don’t you worry bout me I’ll be fine
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| I’ll see everybody on the upside
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| I’m alright, don’t you cry
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| Everybody just get high
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| Just roll me up and smoke me when I die
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon
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| I see the moon in the middle of the afternoon |