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I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion |
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He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much |
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'Cause the way I feel these days, |
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I'd rather have a gun than a crutch" |
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Well, that makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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That makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway. |
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She said "My daddy treated me like a slave. |
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Soiled me in my momma bed when I was just 15. |
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That's why I had to lay him in his grave!" |
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Well, that makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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That makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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Talking to a black man from Atlanta. |
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He said "The time has come to take what's mine. |
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And if I must bust a few heads to achieve justice, |
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My righteous cause will well explain the crime!" |
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Well, that makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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That makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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Well, that makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
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That makes sense to me |
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It makes sense to me, I must confess |
