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Christ-like in the composition |
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You're the brunt of the problem |
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It's my bone of contention |
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So many faults |
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I fail to mention |
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When the house is blowing down |
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And you're fighting for the crown |
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You got to learn to manifest the sound |
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That gets them all running |
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You have a history of missing the point |
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So let me point this one out |
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Every time has it's season |
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Every last moment it's reason |
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Fortune favors the brave |
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This city is a dying whore |
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It's too late to save |
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And it will never change |
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Nauseous at the site |
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Furious towards it's vice |
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I get sick thinking about it |
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Insane, faint-hearted |
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When the house is blown down |
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And you're fighting for the crown |
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I get sick just thinking about it |
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It gets them all running |
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You have a history of missing the point |
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So let me point this one out |
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Change!Don't let down, cold night |
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Falling down to my knees |
