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Oh, like a dream how your eyes scream They keep on calling me Oh, is it real if I could steal How you make me feel Little bit closer, just stand here

HEY! You, you are the lowest high And I, I think I just hit the ground Got too much of a good thing going to let it all go now It's nothing I can't

Mmm, mmmmmm.. Lie to myself when I lay in your bed Try to forget all the things that you do to me now, and then The smoke in the room is the cloud in

is full of business and short on rhymes, I'm afraid to even look at the New York Times, gonna wash my hands off the whole affair, open the window and breathe the fresh air

where the demons stay My radio, believe me, I like it loud I'm the man with the box, cuz I keep the spirits all around me Can?t you feel the cold air

and in front of him he saw...he saw Harpua... Harpua, the ugly dog from the beginning of the story...and they looked at each other...tension filled the air

a little more to say But get some shades first Cause I heard it's so bright Might wreck your eye sight [VERSE 1: Bosco Money] Comin live and direct to your stereo