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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. A Certain Shade Of Green. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Una determinata tonalità di verde.
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And street signs point the way. Chorus: Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green? I think I grew

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Deep Inside. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Deep Inside.
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t utilize Things that are stored.... Deep inside...I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Deep inside...Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? It's

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Favorite Things. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Favorite Things.
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And I'm so happy. I see you looking, I know that you're thinking That I'll never go anywhere. The things that I've done and the things that I've seen

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Glass. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Vetro.
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you go, you did it again! You act as if there's blinders on your eyes. Chorus: Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears And stains your eyes?! Oh, did I

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Idiot Box. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Idiot Box.
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I need? Tell me who to believe! What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all? T.V., what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Let's do our mom

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Magic Medicine. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Magic Medicine.
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I hate you hate you, hate you, you hate you, hate you hate I found a sound in the house one day, if you know who lost it, I'll give it away! Away! This

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Nebula. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Nebulosa.
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vine, So pick your prize! In little, black book do I confide. Upon return, I conjure what was seen. I let it pulse and boil within my limbs. I lay my

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. New Skin. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. New Skin.
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And you'll see what I see now. It's all been saved, With the exception for the right parts. When will we be new skin? It's all been seen, With the exception

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Redefine. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Ridefinire.
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of one. Chorus: I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. I'm sick of

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Calgone. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Calgone.
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dark and I stubbed my big toe. It was then that I sensed the irony (burning me), Then I heard a voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I suppose I

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Vitamin. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Vitamina.
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I'm born I'm alive I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, Upon which I reside, Is asleep on its feet. Should I go back to sleep? I

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song). Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song).
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I'm home alone tonight. Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight. I think I was dreaming up some thoughts That were seemingly possible

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Calgone. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Calgone.
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that I sensed the irony (Burning me) Then I heard the voice say "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe" I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over I guess I

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Deep Inside. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Deep Inside.
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are stored deep inside of our Deep inside I'm on my own I can't see straight Deep inside, 'cuz I'm so stoned I can't see straight Man, I've got to

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Idiot Box. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Idiot Box.
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again TV, what do I need? Tell me who to believe? What's the use of autonomy When a button does it all? TV, what should I see? Tell me who should I

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Redefine. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Ridefinire.
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colors of one I'm sick of painting in black and white My pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself To fit your definition I'm sick of

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. New Skin. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. New Skin.
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At first I see an open wound Infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe It cries to be renewed [Incomprehensible] Its tears are the color

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Incubus. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Vitamin. Incubo. S.C.I.E.N.C.E.. Vitamina.
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sleep? I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe In a moment or two I realize That this sphere upon which I reside Is asleep upon its feet Should I, should I, should I

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