| I see whites in the eyes of the lawless
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| Creeping in through the cracks of my fence
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| I wanna shake 'em off, I’m gonna pay 'em their dues
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| 'Cause after me, they’re coming after you
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| But I don’t know if I can wait till then
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| Where I’m at, I’m gonna be until the end
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| And with a little unrest, they’re sure to turn around and go
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| 'Cause they don’t believe what they pretend to know
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| And the ones who relate
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| Are the ones who will take it up
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| I got a life in the breeze and the branches
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| Shake the leaves to make my presence known
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| Well, it’s a curious path to be had by a few
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| But it’s enough for me, if it’s enough for you
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| And the ones who relate
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| Are the ones who will take it up
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| Ante up, won’t you ante up
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| Come and lay your future in this earth and mud
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| Ante up, won’t you ante up
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| Leave it all behind and stay for good
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| Ante up, won’t you ante up
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| Come and lay your future in this earth and mud
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| Ante up, won’t you ante up
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| Leave it all behind and stay for good
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| Ante up, won’t you ante up
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| Come and lay your future in this earth and mud
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| Ante up, won’t you ante up
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| Leave it all behind and stay for good
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| And the ones who relate
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| Are the ones who will take it up |