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Ice Station Zebra - Jack White
Written by：Jack White
Hear me out it ain't easy but I'll try to explain
Everything in the world gets labeled and named
A box a rough definition unavoidable
Who picked the label doesn't want to be responsible
Truth you're the warden here's the keys to the prison
You create your own box you don't have to listen
To any of the label makers printing your obituary

Here's an example
If Joe Blow says yo you paint like Caravaggio
You'll respond no that's an insult Joe
I live in a vacuum I ain't coppin' no one

Listen up son

Everyone creating is a member of the family
Passing down genes and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics might be thinking it's odd
But if you rewind the tape we're all copying god
Copying god copying god

Copying god copying god
Add your own piece but the puzzle is god's

Paying interest on the bills of late but
I just can't seem to remember the dates

I lay low and turn off the lamps

Come on over you can lick the stamps and
We could put together a portfolio and
Sing hallelujah in stereo

If we find a baby let her into the hold but
Keep the car running on molten gold

We got fever and there ain't no cure girl
Take out insurance if you ain't too sure girl

We do things that lovers do well
Never have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans no cellular phone
All the time in the world no twilight zone

My time is mine and they know they can't get it
J. B. told me you got to hit it and quit it

I'm never gonna go where you want me to go 'cause
I got feelings that you just don't know and you can
Listen up if you want to hear
And if you can't stand it then right here

The name of the tune is Cool Hand Luke 'cause
I got stripes on my pants and boots

In prison you could learn a lesson
From the analog to the hot box session

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