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hey... the war is on outside |
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this ain't a soundclash turn it up high say hey... |
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fists up toward the the night sky |
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and light it up with a battle cry |
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my people... you hear the rain coming |
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you gonna stand fast, or just keep running |
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hey... this life is a long fight |
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even when the lightening strikes |
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Stro |
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i've got my armor and artillery |
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hands on a weapon in fact that's ready to attack all enemies |
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living with a life given back to the creator |
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an out of shape soldier in a swamp full of gators |
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on the mission i've been given it's deep |
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i'm forgiven so i've got an innervision of peace |
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in the rhythm of life i breathe |
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i'm fighting with a fire inside that burns brighter |
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till the final bell rings |
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Mr J Medeiros |
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I was born in a violent storm in an endless fight between right and wrong |
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i write songs like letters from war |
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stuff a message in a bottle then i send it to shore |
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encouragement for the men and woman who lost steam |
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rebel music for my people who been swimming upstream |
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yo some things are not what they seem |
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who you thought was the peasant might just be the King |
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hey... the war is on outside |
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this ain't a soundclash turn it up high say hey... |
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fists up toward the the night sky |
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and light it up with a battle cry |
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my people... you hear the rain coming |
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you gonna stand fast, or just keep running |
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hey... this life is a long fight |
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even when the lightening strikes |
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Rez |
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I'm learning total humility brought by humidity |
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frustration draining to the sides of my face |
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feel cry from your grace tears seep into my cheek |
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every crease in my face is a stroke of war paint |
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just battlefield journalist capturing a picture of this |
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combat mission from a complex prison |
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wage war on my inner that's riddled with imperfection |
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my sword swung high as the storm subsides |
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Mr J Medeiros |
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I was not made just so i could decay |
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these songs aren't played just so we can get paid |
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i walk in the Way and the Truth til the Light works through me |
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i ain't afraid to say the word beauty |
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i ain't afraid to be odd |
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i know the path is hard but somehow im getting closer to God |
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knowing by His scars i am healed i kneel in the storm |
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till the Morning Stars revealed |
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hey... the war is on outside |
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this ain't a soundclash turn it up high say hey... |
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fists up toward the the night sky |
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and light it up with a battle cry |
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my people... you hear the rain coming |
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you gonna stand fast, or just keep running |
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hey... this life is a long fight |
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even when the lightening strikes |
