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I pulled myself into the rain |
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and I washed off every sin I made |
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Combed my face and cut a smile |
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and tried not to complain |
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while I had one hand in the pit of philly |
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and one eye on that emerald city |
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I have made a few mistakes |
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but these are my mistakes to make for |
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Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I don't know where You come from |
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but around here when someone gives up |
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We don't speak nor to remind them |
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we stick to the code of silence |
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A broken bottle on a stubborn brow or a field dress |
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in an open crowd |
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They cut him from his head to toe |
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but they could not take his love for You and |
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Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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Spare me the death of a thousand stabs |
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and just tell me what You haden't planned |
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I don't make much money these nights |
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And You don't seem to smile like I remember |
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You as a little kid with |
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your autumn hair in the summer wind |
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The seasons changed like a disguise |
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but I'll be waiting ever night |
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Attica. |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |
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I hear you coming for me Attica |