| Babel knows language
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| Knows strong words, weak sin
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| This is all determined by the bedroom
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| I sleep in
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| I am not figure a of speech, just speaking
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| Hold on, love on, hold on
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| Walk it on down the river Jordan
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| Hold your breath hide, they’re coming running
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| Move your legs fast don’t stop, start gunning
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| Move on run on love on
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| Evil men, good girls, late nights, bad fights
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| Let your talent buy you everything
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| People’s ears don’t make you near or closer to God
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| Or me
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| It’s alright
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| If you’re looking for the end of the world
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| Then I found it
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| Sleeping on a floor just like we promised
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| This can be a well with an empty bucket
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| Not always what you deserve
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| So write the letter, burn the letter, write yourself another
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| Angry at God then call your mother
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| She’ll provide the proof you’re going to grow dear brothers
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| Love and love and love and love on
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| Sitting in the backseat
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| Still sitting in the backseat
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| No more writing from my head, my head
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| My worn out head
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| I think about you all day, this is all the holiday I know
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| I know it’s not worth complaining
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| But it’s always only in your bad dreams
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| I’m lonely, I’m lonely, and there’s nothing you owe me |