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Eyedea Abilities

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop? She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot You see her in

[Chorus x2] Rain Everyone wants to get out of the rain Wants to be free, wants to see no more pan We're guaranteed that the season will change 'Till

On this I stand Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon protected by

Days turn into years. "A" students turn into dropouts Seeing the world from a creative angle turns into seeing it from a couch Orgasms become lifetimes

I never knew my mom, once I was born she was dead She never wanted me. At least that's what my dad said He said she was polluted, ignorant, uncivilized

It starts out with a question. How much of it is real? The skepticism sets in, and lessens your appeal Next, you study conspiracy, develop some theories

knew what Mom was cryin' for The other piece that shines in his mind Is the divine first-love soul-mate beauty brown-eyed queen he left behind He remembers

[Eyedea] If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it And they wouldn't view

You know the type of girl that walks in front of you and makes your jaw drop? She talks in riddles, and sort of tickles your soft spot You see her in