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A million lives prepared to die Is it a song? The battle's on We take these drives and wonder why is it a song? Music lives on The taste of wine, piss on the rug, talk on the phone, the election's on True blue sessions black and white Historic Harlem in the heat of the night The funk galore of all that is right Modern is my theme, you're broke Baroque Remember when we flyered the streets and how we would construct our own beats? And college came and buried our dreams But that's alright Everything's changing What am I doing with my life? At Xanadu or in the R.V. I'm fast to sleep Parents push for school but we're still drunk the record runs till I'm hungover Diversified harbors below teach us The bleeding signs of nothing at all infect our minds Keep it clean for more to enjoy Shorten this cause they've had enough Keep on talking and never shut up Infect our minds If man's the measure of all things We need our brains to stay alive Please shout at the world: I think I'll miss you It's pensive response: It's alright, It's alright Bliss ignorance dwells inside with bliss till the sound of a gun, the leg of a duck I need time to decide if what I'm doing is right (Thanks to Jorgey for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania