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2. | Boomerang |
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4. | Stranger |
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6. | Hippie, Hippie, Hoorah |
7. | Boone |
8. | Everybody's Doin' It |
9. | Fairy Stores |
10. | Dirty Hands |
11. | Buried Alive |
12. | Juvenile |
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Am I in my mind or am I M.I.A?
Am I in my soul or am I M.I.A?
Am I going the right way in my head?
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We're down the super highway all alone
A shoppin' bag full of broken bones
Sick and tired of hearing telephones
Now I'm stuck in futuristic drones
'Cause I
Be a vandal
Snuff my candle
Lost my handle
And now I'm really on my own
(Breaking glass, noises)
Be a vandal
Snuff my candle
Lost my handle
And now I'm really on my own
Needa get out of this town of blasphemy
Shampoo in my eyes, I cannot see
Emancipated, but not really free
And a white nigga is who I wanna be.
'Cause I
Be a vandal
Snuff my candle
Lost my handle
And now I'm really on my OWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!
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I woke up this morning
It was still day
Found my dog underneath the Chevrolet
I knew things would go wrong
I Got back home and my home was gone
So I grabbed a gun
And walked down into the street
I tried to find some enemies to meet
And now I'm looking
Yeah still searching
For a place with my guns in hand
because
They can't tell me what I can or cannot do
And I won't hold them by the hand
They can lay on the ground while I snipe from the top
And see their life turn into sand
Let me tell ya why
It's a problem
No it's not a problem, man!
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