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Deacon: |
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We the last of a dying breed |
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Steady searching for my kind |
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It's like a dire need |
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Every day i'm watching liars eat |
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and leech |
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While I starve |
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Sleep |
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And listen to the friar teach |
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Peace |
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Everyday I pray for it |
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Every blessing I receive I try and pay forward |
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But sometimes |
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The sunshine's more like a gunline |
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Boss |
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Better call one-time |
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Running blind on this strange journey |
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I hope I'm still alive when they bring gurneys |
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In this world where friends are more attorney |
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than Bert or Ernie |
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It hurts me |
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Deep |
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But I'm steady learning |
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That when it's money bet it's all good |
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Most Robin Hoods ain't got a merry man in Sherwood |
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Find a good heart? |
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No Google search could |
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Brothers was killin' brothers in Eden where we first stood |
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Deacon: |
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Last of a dying breed |
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I'm curious |
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All my people on lockdown |
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Lord |
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Mysterious |
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Say |
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Last of a dying breed |
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Everybody here better stop now |
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Nothing gonna slow that clock down |
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No |
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I'm furious |
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Natti: |
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Should the good shrug off the atlas forsaking the hapless |
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Let the soldiers of the soul-less prevail in the madness |
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Shits real in the field when it's minimal rations |
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And all feel the the hunger from the sum of their actions |
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Runnin Thicke (thick) as theives |
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Robin (robbin) through Blurred Lines |
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Levels of good and evil |
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Grading on curved lines |
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The pinnacle's a pentacle bewitching the cynical |
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Left stranded on a planet where the wicked survive |
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Say no to truth while addicted to lies |
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Gentrify and remove the hood like it was just a disguise |
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Throw the blank out a blanket party like its just a surprise |
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The menace of what lives in us seeking to thrive |
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Premise of what gives in us eaten alive |
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Apocalypse approaches in the form of divide |
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To many bees in the trap, bear (bare) hands in the hive |
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Reacting to what's sweet with the sting out of mind |
