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Step on up to the counter boy |
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Buy yourself a thrill |
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Shake it out with the deepest breath |
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As you kneel over your first kill |
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God is your protector, he keep you safe and warm |
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The funeral director got the contract when you were born |
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Come on, my way, we have the warmest fire |
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Come on, my way, I'll take your there |
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Come on, my way we got the flying higher |
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When on my way, I'll take your prayer |
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We got our religion, we got both the ball and chain |
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We got retribution, we got everything to cleanse the shame |
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No set you free, in vain |
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Listen close going to say it one |
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You need to get you right |
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Use the gifts you were given boy |
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Keep the end in sight |
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Walk it narrow, walk it clean |
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Then to the sky and fly |
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I'm the breath that will fill your lungs |
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Until the day you die |
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Start living |
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Start dying |
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Start praying |
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Start flying |
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Pinning the face to the floor, slamming and locking the door |
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Start living |
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Start dying |
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Start praying |
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Start flying |
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Holding the face to the ground |
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Turning the world upside down, start dying |