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When it comes and you get the very shudder
And maybe you were not so much being like the other
So get in line youre losing time
Dont burn golden eagles just to feel sublime
Its like a liquor store I dont live here anymore
Just flying a kite thats out of sight
Except you see Im innocent
Its not my fault I live in a vault
I lost my glasses and its time to run
Into summer setting sun
The native land is revolution
Its got my Mississippi attention
When youre all white are you all black
Im all green and shes all purple