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Matter of fact, no fact |
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No matter, who do you suspect? |
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Who is not afraid to die? |
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Who would tell such a lie? |
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Who runs away, who do we fear? |
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Somebody just like you |
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Gonna rape and strangle you? |
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Would you mutilate yourself? |
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And who would be so shocked |
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By the brutal murder of a killer? |
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Will there be hundreds mourning for you? |
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Will they talk of the talent and inspiration you gave? |
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No, who besides your mother will stand in sorrow at your grave? |
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Mother may I? Momma M.I.A. |
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I'll see you, I'll see you, I'll see you |
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I can't see, I can't see |
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I can't see, I can't see |
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It's dark here, no direction |
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Just aggravation |
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Aggravation over losing you to who |
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No justice, no clue |
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And the core of this agitation is my aggravation |
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Yeah the core of this agitation is my aggravation |
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I come down and upon desperation |
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I crawl inside and look out |
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Look out, look out |
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I can't see, I can't see, I can't see |
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Some things don't come full circle |
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Circle, circle |
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Pace, pace, pace |
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We walk in place |
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No fact, no matter |
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Society did this to you? |
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Does society have justice for you? |
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Well, if not, I do |
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Because the core of this agitation is my aggravation |
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Yeah the core of this agitation is my aggravation |
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I come down and upon desperation |
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I crawl inside and look out |
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I can't see, I can't see |
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I can't see, I can't see, I can't see |
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Society did this to you? |
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Does society have justice for you? |
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If not, I do |
