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You wanna see my face? |
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Look in my pains. |
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Look in my pains. |
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Look in my pains. |
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You see them pains from yesterday? |
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Look in my pains. |
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And this morning feels so close to the past |
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For just yesterday we were left in the dark |
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And the oppression of those chains still weighs on your and my brain |
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Can you see what I'm saying? |
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Look in my pains. |
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You see them pains from yesterday? |
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Look in my pains. |
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Was I born free? |
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Was I born a slave? |
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Look in my pains. |
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Wanna see my pains? |
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Look at my face. |
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With the whip upon your mind so your mind leads your soul astray. |
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You can see that today we are all modern slaves. |
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We've been thinking that slavery is just from them ancient days, |
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But that's the puppet master's game! can you see what I'm saying? |
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Look in my pains. |
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You see them pains from yesterday? |
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Look in my pains. |
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Look in my pains. |
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How far have we gone from yesterday? |
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Look in my pains. |
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Look in my pains. |
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And this morning feels so close close to the past |
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For still yet today we are slaves in our yards |
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Because oppression of those chains still weighs on my and your brain |
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Should I gonna sing it again? |
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Look in my pains. |
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You see them pains from yesterday? |
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Look in my pains. |
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Was I born free? |
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Are we all slaves? |
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Look in my pains. |
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How far have we gone from yesterday? |
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Look in my pains. |