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I see whites in the eyes of the lawless |
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Creeping in through the cracks of my fence |
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I wanna shake 'em off, I'm gonna pay 'em their dues |
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'Cause after me, they're coming after you |
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But I don't know if I can wait till then |
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Where I'm at, I'm gonna be until the end |
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And with a little unrest, they're sure to turn around and go |
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'Cause they don't believe what they pretend to know |
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And the ones who relate |
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Are the ones who will take it up |
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I got a life in the breeze and the branches |
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Shake the leaves to make my presence known |
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Well, it's a curious path to be had by a few |
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But it's enough for me, if it's enough for you |
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And the ones who relate |
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Are the ones who will take it up |
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Ante up, won't you ante up |
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Come and lay your future in this earth and mud |
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Ante up, won't you ante up |
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Leave it all behind and stay for good |
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Ante up, won't you ante up |
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Come and lay your future in this earth and mud |
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Ante up, won't you ante up |
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Leave it all behind and stay for good |
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Ante up, won't you ante up |
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Come and lay your future in this earth and mud |
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Ante up, won't you ante up |
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Leave it all behind and stay for good |
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And the ones who relate |
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Are the ones who will take it up |
