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To know my worth is not a fault -- from my eyes I harvest salt -- |
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over my shoulder I throw it all -- a sugar blanket on my field |
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Do you know your enemy? |
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Yes, we know our enemy. |
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Do you know him truthfully? |
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Yes, we know him truthfully. |
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Do you know your enemy do you know it might be me? |
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I should defend me from myself -- it's gath'rin against my gate of will -- |
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my salted field my will will fell -- there is no need to name this |
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Do you know your enemy? |
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Yes, we know our enemy. |
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Do you know him truthfully? |
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Yes, we know him truthfully. |
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Do you know your enemy do you know it might be me? |
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I begot then I begot again -- thought this would cleanse me of my sin -- |
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but I spawned an enemy within -- it will beget then beget then beget |
