| I’m not a criminal, but still impossible
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| I’m jumping out of rat race and don’t give a fuck 'bout pace
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| I’m now sick of your dates, a calendar full of rage
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| Somewhere the sun is looming, wiping out the deep and doomy
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| Holy Jamboree!
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| What you see is only true
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| (open wider panorama, shining around, act bananas)
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| What you see is only true
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| (super papu, tichuraku, bagha magoo, rocky raccoon…)
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| What you see is only true
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| I know the principle, we must stay critical
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| The feelings must be doubtful, never tend to turn this page
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| Now jumpin' out this cage and then become enganged
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| turning the natural page we’ll survive and never worry
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| Holy Jamboree!
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| What you see is only true
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| (open wider panorama, shining around, act bananas)
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| What you see is only true
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| Reaching out for the fresh, the real sound of life
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| Jumping out from the speed, searching for life’s real pattern
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| Shot by too many too’s
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| and soon you’ll crawl insane
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| So close to leave in vain,
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| instead of being
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| What you see is only true
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| (open wider panorama, shining around, act bananas)
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| What you see is only true
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| (super papu, tichuraku, bagha magoo, rocky raccoon…)
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| What you see is only true |