Freaking Out
Sticky Fingers
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See the bees they dump around like kings
And someone was given roots to these things
No direction from no familiar face
Just tryna find the way out of this place
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
See the music it adds no sound
And my mind, nowhere to be found
Oh, give me just one reason to stay
I'm craving culture that's far, far away
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Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Stations, they have no name
And the flavors, they all taste the same
Watching my world fade to black
My whole system is under attack
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh
Ohh ohh ohh