| SPEAKER 1:
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| «This is what I believe to be true!
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| I’m going to say it loud from the mountains because nothing…»
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| SPEAKER 2, distorted:
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| «…There are good men…
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| SPEAKER 1:
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| «This isn’t about good men or bad men, I’m talking about a societal hatred of
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| women!»
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| Baby believe, I’ma get you before the grim reaper get me
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| I’ma come through, I wanna see that ass on bended knee
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| Beg to me, you know I set you free
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| Grew a garden for you, that’s what you meant to me
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| Especially when you’d roll over on a late night
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| Smoke in your eyes, too divine, you were all mine
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| No no, I don’t want to hold your hand
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| No no, I won’t even try
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| Too divine, too divine, I’m running through your mind
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| No, I want you to understand me
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| Come correct, show respect, I’m the one
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| You’re just another underneath the sun
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| Bed full of sadness, ashes, paradise
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| I’m done wiping the evil from beneath your eyes
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| I’m with God, he’s with me, Lord on high
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| So you should think twice before you waste our time
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| Running in circles, save your appetite
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| I’m done feeding this fever, boy, you’re out of line
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| No no, I don’t want to hold your hand
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| No no, I won’t even try
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| Too divine, too divine, I’m running through your mind
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| No, I want you to understand me |