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(verse 1) |
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Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion |
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Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on Mount Zion |
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Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway |
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Rubbing sticks together but your fire's man-made |
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Capitalize on hot air, soar like an airplane |
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Yearn to rise in the sky quick high like cocaine |
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False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain |
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Babylon's buildings raise like flames |
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Drowning in their champagne |
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Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade |
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Soul stain blowing up |
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In your own domain |
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Fire crackers ohh and aah |
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But they never maintain |
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(bridge) |
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Fires burning |
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Flames are dancing |
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Don't burn the house down Lord |
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Heavenly fire only resides on an alter made from the ground |
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(chorus) |
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Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion |
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Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion |
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(repeat 2x) |
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(verse 2) |
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One pair of eyes |
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But see two different things |
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One person cries but the other one sings |
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You walk around like everybody owes ya something |
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Take what you got, thank G-d for all that life brings |
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The poor man has it all but not content with anything |
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While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a kind |
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(bridge) |
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(verse 3) |
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Backpack's geting heavey, moving at a steady pace |
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Carrying bricks on your shoulders and lead around your waist |
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Making way, run in haste |
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There is no time to taste what you ate |
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WE should be grateful got a plateful |
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Fire burns like ice morcels falling fire like rain |
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(chorus) |