And this is all, relax There is no time to relapse Take it green, take it blue
And with the world in his hands Where there were fields now there's land We made it here, make it this time
Because I can't picture a day When he was born with nothing to say I guess I knew that he would freak out Thinking about old times Thinking about old times
And with the world in his ass And with the world upperclass
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