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All them vultures circle me |
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Like a ton of bricks might fall on me |
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If god is good why can't i be? |
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No, i can't answer that |
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Birds are circling the sun |
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Having all the tricks and fun |
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If we are good and they are dumb |
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Then what will become of us? |
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All them vultures, all them wings |
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Like all them people and their wings |
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If they all turn and walk towards me |
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No, i can't see you like that |
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Turn your nails into my skin |
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Let it itch and burn and grin |
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If you are evil, i am sin |
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No, i can't see you like that |
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When we pluck out all your wings |
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Break 'em off to hear that ring |
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If we are born to hear that ring |
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Then i can answer that |
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When that light it turns on you |
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Tell me what you plan to do |
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If we are rings inside the pews |
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No i can't see yo like that |
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I can't see you like that |
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I am the better man |
