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Seven days of thunder, eight days of rain |
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The feeling that |
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I'm under is like a ball and chain |
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Like a ball and chain, like a ball and chain |
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Like a ball and chain |
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Just round the corner, |
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I know a store |
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Gonna trade in my razor and buy a 44 |
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And I'll come knocking, knocking door to door. |
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The feeling in my head is like all-out-war, all-out-war |
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Third World |
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WarAnd if they catch me, put me in the chair |
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You can sit beside me, there's plenty room to spare |
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You are the reason |
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I am in this fix |
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Will you pray for me when they throw that switch |
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Throw that switch? |
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This time, they'll lock me up for sure |
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Throw away the key when they slam the door |
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City to city, town to town, seven days of running |
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Will they track me down? |
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Will they track me down? |
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On the ground, yeah |
