Jack Johnson
My Mind Is For Sale

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Well, I heard the blinker's on
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I heard we're changing lanes
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I heard he likes to race
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I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
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Are always in bad taste

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And I heard that Monday's just a word we say
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Every seven times around
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And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
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Watch those strings go up and down

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The elephant in the room begins 
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To dance The cameras zoom into
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His mouth begins to move
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Those hateful words he uses

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 I don't care for your paranoid
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 Us against them walls
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 I don't care for your careless
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Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

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And all the real estate in my 
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Is for sale It's all been subdivided
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Divided into reasons why
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My two opposing thoughts at once are fine

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The residue from the price tag
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On the tip of my tongue
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The words don't come they go How many likes I gotta get
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Before I know the truth And the truth is

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Season three will be a great reason
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To forget all about reality's A slippery slope
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Watch the TV scream and shout it

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 I don't care for your paranoid
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 Us against them walls
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 I don't care for your careless
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Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

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Now I heard the blinker's on
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I heard we're changing lanes
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I heard we need more space
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I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste

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It's absurd to believe that we might
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Deserve anything
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As if its balanced in the end
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And the good guys always win

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 I don't care for your paranoid
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 Us against them walls
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 I don't care for your careless
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Me first gimme gimme appetite
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With the residue from the price tag
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On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
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Us against them fearful kind of walls
 
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My Mind Is For Sale

Artist Jack Johnson