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Santeria - Sublime I don't practice santeria I aint got no crystal ball I had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spend it all If I could find that heina and that sancho that she's found, well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down What I really wanna know, my baby What I really want to say I can't define Well it's love, that I need oh , but my soul will have to, wait till I get back and find heina of my own Daddy's gonna love one and all I feel the break, I feel the break, I feel the break and I got to live it up, oh, yea huh, well I swear that I What I really wanna know, baby, what I really want to say I can't define that love make it go, my soul will have to... What I really wanna say, my baby, What I really wanna say is I've got mine and I'll make it, yes, I'm comin' up Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide Daddy's got a new .45 and I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass What I really wanna know, my baby, what I really wanna say is there's just one way back, and I'll make it, yea, but my soul will have to wait yea, yea, yea Needs - Collective Soul All around me I see that weakness has made Too much tomorrow I think I'll take all today Am I a poison, Am I a thorn in the side Am I a picture perfect subject tonight I don't need nobody I don't need the weight of words To crash on thru I don't need nobody I just need to learn the depth Or doubt of faith to fall into Here I slumber to awaken my daze I find convenience in this savior I save Am I a prison, am I a source of dire news Am I a picture perfect reason for you I don't need nobody I don't need the weight of words To crash on thru I don't need nobody I just need to learn the depth Or doubt of faith to fall into In this time of substitute It's my needs I've answered to (All the while) And the hopes that I invest Still turns to signals of distress (All the while) 
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