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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, mind Mind, mind, mind, mind, mind Im not messing with your mind (mind, mind, mind, mind) Im not messing with your mind Im not messing with your mind I dont have that kind of time (I'm busy, man) Im not blind, I know your eyes Im refined and I know the time (Thats great!) There are higher beams to climb What in God's name would I Therell be should I grind (Thats me!) Start on a plea Runs with a C Runs from the sea One, two, one! To your cries I am entrapped in school You're a bird song visualized (They started whispering to each other) Is that resound? Is that tight? It's the bad one's finally dying And my get ups get ain't divine You can search, but you won't find! From Letras Mania