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Bill Hicks
03:27
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High alone in the winter, waiting for an encounter with a ghost I know;
the tri-tone chords play even worse when I get close. / This never used to be me, waiting up for the chance to get your note. / I couldn't believe it: that one of us could really go. / It's Bill Hicks' cosmic joke, / A haunted house with a ghost I know.
They say you can't hear me when I talk to my room in a subtle spell. / My gut says they're right, man, but it's not enough to kill my / Soft doubt, it runs all ways / To keep the sword away from my name.
High alone in the winter, I alone am the winner.
I'm too ripped and they're so uptight, / You're dark you're dark, and if you're light, you're light. / Too ripped and they're so uptight, / But there's nothing to prove - it's just a ride.
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Everything
05:09
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Once you know your power, they cannot take it back.
They may tie your hands tight, but your eyes are your eyes
And you have walked the path; nothing can change that.
When you were a child, you knew what you know -
Then their clumsy rules became the nuisance that killed you.
But you have walked the path; nothing can change that.
Now you get to be everything.
You get to be everything.
You get to be everything that you can't erase.
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