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like a jade\n[01:45.60] It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon\n[01:47.80] The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond\n[01:50.26] Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail\n[01:52.13] You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail\n[01:54.76] See the levels peaking as the rhythms keep-a screeching\n[01:57.32] A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preaching\n[01:59.55] The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far\n[02:02.05] The loudiness is ringing as we scoot across the star\n[02:04.48] We are bulging, I'm indulging in a rat-a-tat-tat\n[02:06.87] Explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat\n[02:09.26] Keep it wild, wide and deep, you could dig it in a jeep\n[02:11.57] But dig it in the ground because the foot print now\n[02:14.16] If there's a storm that's brewing, it won't keep us from doing\n[02:55.12] Our thing as we start swinging, travelling is bringing\n[02:57.51] Joy inside the domes as we hit the 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