| I wanna know the truth
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| I wanna know the deepest meanings
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| You need to give me proof
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| I need to know that I’m not dreaming
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| I see those silly things
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| I see the things that we go after
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| But I can feel the strings
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| I can feel the puppet master
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| Can’t sleep, can’t trust no one
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| Can’t eat, unless I know where that’s from
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| One eye wide, one eye shut
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| One eyes spies, who-where-what
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| You gotta read between the lines
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| You gotta dig real deep sometimes
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| You gotta read the writing on the wall for signs
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| (Come on) Open your eyes
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| I wanna know the time
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| And I don’t need no watch to do dat
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| I wanna know the rhyme
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| And the reason why you choose that
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| Detect the lies
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| And read above the average
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| Can ya feel their vibe
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| Can ya read their body language
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| You gotta read between the lines
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| You gotta dig real deep sometimes
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| You gotta read the writing on the wall for signs
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| (Come on) Open your eyes
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| Send a message to Mary (really?)
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| Na! |
| She can’t hear me
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| Caught up in tradition, my conspiracy theory
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| This ain’t somethin' outta' book
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| It’s real life, it ain’t fiction
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| But the plot is complicated, (like «The Wire»)
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| Are you listening?
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| You owe dat, you know dat
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| But tell me who wrote dat?
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| Manufactured in a darkroom
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| Developed like Kodak
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| You gon' tell me like you mean it
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| But I ain’t never seen it
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| You gon' hand me a script to read
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| But I’m a' read between it.
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| You gotta read between the lines
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| You gotta dig real deep sometimes
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| You gotta read the writing on the wall for signs
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| (Come on) Open your eyes. |