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Our days of comfort, days of night |
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Don't put yourself in solitude |
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Who can I trust with my life |
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When people tend to be so rude? |
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My mama borned me in a ghetto |
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There was no mattress for my head |
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But, no, she couldn't call me Jesus |
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I wasn't white enough, she said |
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And then she named me, (y'all), Kung Fu |
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Don't have to explain it, no, Kung Fu |
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Don't know how you'll take it, (here), Kung Fu |
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I'm just trying to make it, (love), Kung Fu |
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I've got some babies and some sisters |
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My brother worked for Uncle Sam |
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It's just a shame, ain't it, Mister? |
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We being brothers of the damned |
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But loving brings about a difference |
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You are my love...I do believe |
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Shall we join hands for tomorrow? |
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Don't carry nothin' up your sleeve |
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Keep your head high, Kung Fu |
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I will 'til I die, yeah, Kung Fu |
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Don't be too intense, no, Kung Fu |
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Keep your common sense, yeah, Kung Fu |
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... |
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Don't be mistaken for a secret |
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There is no secret part of you |
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You bet your life if you think wicked (don't think wicked child) |
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Someone else is thinking wicked, too |
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Keep your head high, Kung Fu |
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I will 'til I die, yeah, Kung Fu |
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Don't be too intense, no, Kung Fu |
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Keep your common sense, yeah, Kung Fu |
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... |
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Our days of comfort, days of night |
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Don't put yourself in solitude |
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Who can I trust with my life |
|
When people tend to be so rude? |
|
My mama borned me in a ghetto |
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There was no mattress for my head |
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But, no, she couldn't name me Jesus |
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I wasn't white enough, she said |
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And then she named me, (y'all), Kung Fu |
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Don't have to explain it, no, Kung Fu |
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Don't know how you'll take it, (here), Kung Fu |
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I'm just trying to make it, (love), Kung Fu |
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(y'all), Kung Fu |
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Yeah, Kung Fu |