| We greet each day with bloodshot eyes
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| The dirt of our labor still clingin' to our hands
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| Filled with our warped intentions
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| The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands
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| Sun laughs in all our faces
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| It shows a world that we can’t save
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| So now armed with blades in hand
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| We cut a path from birth to grave
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| We don’t know where we’re goin'
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| But we know we will get there
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| We don’t think like you think
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| And we move like no one moves
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| With a song on our lips across the land
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| Born to traverse
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| We don’t think like you think
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| And we move like no one moves
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| With a song on our lips across the land
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| Born to traverse
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| We don’t know where we’re goin'
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| But we know we will get there
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| Like a car crash, like a land mine
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| Like mixin' drugs we are dangerous
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| Like a snake’s tooth, like thin ice
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| Like mixin' blood we are dangerous
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked
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| No rest for the blessed
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| Long life for the wicked |