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I wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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IAn angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man |
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Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross |
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The hotter the heart, the harder, wrapped up |
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Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the |
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FatherWounded rebel in |
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JerusalemGetting picked on and whipped by the goons of the devil |
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Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out |
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With wool hair and feet of bronze |
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Bird stick, a black staff with brown handle |
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Backtrack, my first kicks, brown sandals |
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In the breeze of the surgeon surrounded by merchants |
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Immaculate birth, conceived by a virgin |
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Do a lot in the lyric due to the true and not living |
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Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit |
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Or the cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal |
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Slaughter the people all for the forces of evil |
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Exterior armor, transparent, non vivid |
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The last grand wizard, slash serial bomber |
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Here it is, |
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I'm heaven sent, living in hell |
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All seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watching |
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Out for the death while the beats knocking |
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Plot by the devil in a blue dress and chief stockings |
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Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass |
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Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass |
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The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in |
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Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning |
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Control the thoughts, procure, feed the gators |
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Sole mediator of code in the |
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Holy WarIn front of the mobs and a storm coming in |
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MarchLocked in the physical form of the son of the |
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GodI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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IThe true and living son of the son, thorough |
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Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun |
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When the rumors started |
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I departed, |
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I don't know |
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Some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the garden |
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Listen here, you lost, |
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I was tortured and died for the cause |
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And got caught, disappeared from the cross |
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First into a lesson and learned of my return to the earth |
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In the form of a perfect human specimen |
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The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader |
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Slave of the people in the form of a hidden ruler |
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Satan's descendants put a break in what they intended |
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The hatred is ended, sway the other way of the sentence |
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Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jail |
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Hot coal on your trail, sinners'll go to hell |
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I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic death |
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Who knows what's finna happen next? |
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Cousin of death, with predictions that |
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I can promise |
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Gave it to |
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Nostradamus and now he touching the rest |
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The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger |
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Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water |
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Foul searching, bi weekly, all purpose |
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Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans |
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Enter the scheme of things, all love |
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All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings |
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Don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I amI wake up and |
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I don't know where |
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I am |
