| Been changin' my flight for a week now
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| Not a chance of gettin' off the ground
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| And I mighta lost some o' my marbles
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| So I’m checkin' with the lost and found
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| I’m only tryna stay ahead of danger
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| And the tickin' of the thin red hand
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| But in a half a second I got older
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| It’s gettin' harder now to understand
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| Wo woh time keep runnin'
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| Gettin' my stopwatch wound
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| Wo woh moon or sunnin'
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| Day and night’ll both be… day and night’ll both be…
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| Keepin' me above the ground
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| Been wakin' up with my nose in the eggs now
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| And I suppose that I could use a shower
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| But I’ll never turn the other cheek now
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| I guess the «tude» is gettin' dark and sour
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| I gotta man-up to what I been thinkin'
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| Not a crime to wanna kick it alone
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| But I have come to know what is a real crime
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| To mortify what you don’t own
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| Wo woh, time keep runnin'
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| Gettin' my stopwatch wound…
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| Wo woh, moon or sunnin'
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| Day and night’ll both be… day and night’ll both be…
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| Keepin' me above the ground
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| Shoot for the ground and you know what you’ll find…
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| You’ll get the ground every time…
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| Shoot for the moon while your thoughts stay sublime…
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| You’ll get something in between
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| Wo woh, time keep runnin'
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| Gettin' my stopwatch wound…
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| Wo woh, moon or sunnin'
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| Day and night’ll both be… day and night’ll both be…
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| Keepin' me above the ground |