| All of my enemies, they surround me
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| But I will chop them down
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| Encompass me, but in the name of the Lord
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| I will cut them down
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| They push me, they want me to fall
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| With my back against the wall
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| My back against the wall
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| I shall not die
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| I shall live in the land of the living
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| I shall not die
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| I will live in the land of the living
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| Shooting stars, burning sky, rising with the dawn
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| Ground is hard, angels cry, son we must move on
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| Teach me to love
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| Where are you, o my son, where are you
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| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka
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| Teach me to love
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| They say man is the lamp of God
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| Well I’m your fog lights in this journey
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| Through the smog so write it in the logs
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| And all the blogs and the streets, write it with your feet
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| When you walk and you talk through the concrete speak
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| Spark seek 'til the end of days
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| Through all the crazy states I’m amazed
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| Now let the children «rage»
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| I shall not die, look into your eyes
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| And I realize that all I know is gone
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| Shooting stars, burning sky, rising with the dawn
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| Ground is hard, angels cry, son we must move on
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| Teach me to love
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| Where are you, o my son, where are you
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| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka
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| Teach me to love, teach me to love
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| Teach me to love, teach me to love
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| Teach me to love
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| Where are you, o my son, where are you
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| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka
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| Teach me
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| Take your blade, rising sun, burns and fades, three long days
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| Is this your way, here you are, and here I am
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| Shooting stars, burning sky, rising with the dawn
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| Ground is hard, angels cry, son we must move on
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| Teach me to love
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| Where are you, o my son, where are you
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| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka
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| Teach me to love, teach me to love
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| Teach me to love, teach me to love
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| Teach me to love
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| Where are you, o my son, where are you
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| Ayeka, Ayeka, Ayeka
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| Teach me |