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Yes, Yes, |
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Greetings. |
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You see from you overs my tation, |
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We look back pon |
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History and find a mission. |
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In my life. |
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There are certain, |
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Things that you don't know about me. |
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My whole life searching for the right wordsand they fail me. |
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So what are we into? |
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Am I in to deep to run to these many glaces? |
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I think I'll take my chances thank you. |
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No way,Will the voice of fire in my heart be mute. |
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Some say,That |
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I try to hard in my youth. |
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Some day,These words will be the proof, |
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I only tell the truth to you and anyone else who |
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Is In My Life. |
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In my life me haffi deal wid nuff trouble and strife. |
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In my time, |
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In my time me haffi go outand tek whats mine me nah go wait in line. |
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In My Life. |
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In my life me haffi deal wid nuff trouble and strife. |
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In my time, |
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In my time me haffi go outand tek whats mine me nah go wait in line. |
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In My Life. |
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I am hurting, |
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But I wont close the curtain, |
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On this sweet show for those who are hard working. |
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Don't let love abuse you, |
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I've seen what you've turned into. |
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Take advantage when opportunity advances. |
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No way,Will the voice of fire in my heart be mute. |
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Some say,That |
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I try to hard in my youth. |
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Some day,These words will be the proof, |
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I only tell the truth to you and anyone else who |
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Is In My Life. |
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In my life me haffi deal wid nuff trouble and strife. |
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In my time, |
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In my time me haffi go outand tek whats mine me nah go wait in line. |
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In My Life. (Watch me) |
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In my life me haffi deal wid nuff trouble and strife. (You nah hear wi me tell ya?) |
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In my time, |
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In my time me haffi go outand tek whats mine me nah go wait in line. |
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In My Life. |
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A place where the softly spoken are beaten and broken, |
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And rows of prose are written and it shows. |
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Whether the buildings have feelings in those many wallsand ceiling and stairways revealing, |
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A place where devided together once resided, |
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Where machines collided with warriors who guided andinspired movements that decided freedom and wondered, |
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And even with my open eyelids |
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I'm still blinded |
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I find it hard to see the reasons behind it. |
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So you tell the intelligence go to hell with their insolence. |
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I blend rough neck elements with eloquence. |
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It's evident and it soon becomes clear, |
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The price of success is too dear. |
