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[Verse 1]
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One way or another, it’s gonna make its presence known
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From one monkey to another, you can’t lose what you don’t own
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It’s okay if you get anxious, just please don’t call the cops
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There’s a couple things I’m sure of and a whole lot more I’m not


[Verse 2]
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There’s a sentimental value to the memory of love
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It’s a pretty looking rainbow, what does it remind you of
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Is it somewhere there’s a heart of gold that’s never gonna rust
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Or it’s a hard rain honey but it’s never gonna flood


[Verse 3]
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Despite all my reservations, I’ve been doing this for years
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Hoping that some magic touch would finally make it clear
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But when it all comes crashing down, I’m still standing here
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Looking at the same face, in the same place, just a different kind of mirror


[Verse 4]
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Nothing lasts forever and every other trope
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I guess it just depends on how much DMT you smoked
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But when I think of Robin Williams at the end of his rope
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It makes no difference what you’re making, the reaper makes the final joke


[Verse 5]
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So I gather my impressions of the universal sigh
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And hope that someone’s listening to their radio tonight
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Though it doesn’t really matter with so many come before
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And who the hell are we fooling, no one buys records any more