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Invite them the fly is you cut their wings |
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tell them the run as you tie their fees |
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where they will go? |
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ask them to sing what they can't get speak |
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show them out of so whether never reach |
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where they will go? |
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We, we hold a gun |
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Mhmm |
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Here comes the tune once again |
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another great chief with another strong hand, fences and warms |
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how can you say when you cannot stand |
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and will be needing more from the less in your hands, fences and warms |
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We, we hold a gun |
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We, we hold it up |
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Fill up the rooms where there are no seas |
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it's like them the reach in the dream |
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ask em the sea as you shut up the light |
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expecting what a colour when it's black and white |
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is the protection within never beens |
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and all the glory that reach and suspends |
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how still we come and the dance and the sin |
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and hold as the rooms where the silence stings |
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and all we raise and ..up just to hold up their hands |
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and enter them two on world |
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and they won't, they won't understand |
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We, we hold a gun |
