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We should shine a light on |
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A light on |
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And the book of right-on's right on |
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It was right on |
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I killed my dinner with karate |
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Kick 'em in the face, taste the body |
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Shallow work is the work that I do |
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Do you want to sit at my table? |
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My fighting fame is fabled |
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And fortune finds me fit and able |
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And you do say |
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That you do pray |
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And you say |
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That you're ok |
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Do you want to run with my pack? |
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Do you want to ride on my back? |
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Pray that what you lack does not distract |
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And even when you run through my mind |
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Something else is in front, oh, you're behind |
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And I don't have to remind you |
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To stick with your kind |
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And you do say |
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That you do pray |
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And you say |
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That you're ok |
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And even when you touch my face |
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You know your place |
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And even when you touch my face |
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You know your place |
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And we should shine a light on |
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A light on |
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And the book of right-on's right on |
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It was right on |