| I believe that someone
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| Can be brave on this green Earth
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| But maybe I’m wrong. |
| Mhm. |
| Maybe I’m wrong
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| Game on
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| Turns dreams to reality
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| The king of principality shines upon me
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| The Holy Spirit shadows me
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| I write songs for fun, not for salary
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| Used to collect guns, now the truth is my calvary
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| But I got a closet full just in case
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| The project pulls some wicked bullshit
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| My logistic is logical, turn you back to molecules
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| Miniscule follicles, then convert your brain to subatomic particles
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| I breathe you in, and sneeze you out
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| You, you live in the crease of doubt
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| That’s why I swarm on your college dorm
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| Make knowledge born from the hood to the cottage farm
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| London to Russia, Eurasia to Prussia
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| The Holy Cities of the East, the us
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| Christ means, become along the usher
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| The righteous way of life, it be most wise
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| For the civilized man to trust us
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| On Bora Bora we discuss the Torah
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| Then we travel across these lands like old explorers
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| I believe that someone
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| Can be brave on this green Earth
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| But maybe I’m wrong. |
| Aim for the sun
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| Out in the freezing rain
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| Stay on the streets all day
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| Until my cover is over
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| We always
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| My patience is waning, the scales have capsized
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| I read full of glory
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| And there’s pyres of files of light
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| Fleeting mazes to the night sky
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| Sitting on the porch, torching a stoagie in the moonlight
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| Rocking back and forth in my chair contemplating life
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| Thinking where I went wrong, where I went right
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| Was it a fast, or a long life?
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| From my calculation everyday sensational
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| Every sense was stimulated, pain’s occasional
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| All praises due to the Father
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| The author, the supreme architect
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| The one with no partner
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| We give man the wisdom to be a gardener, carpenter
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| Preach the warrior, king, or you could be a scholar
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| Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or father
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| All these things the heart consist of
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| Keep the planet floating like Atlantic oceans
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| reject all Satanic notions
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| We so elusive
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| I believe that someone
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| Can be brave on this green Earth
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| But maybe I’m wrong. |
| Aim for the sun
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| Out in the freezing rain
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| I could stay on the streets all day
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| Until my cover is over
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| Now I see there’s some way
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| To be free as a seabird
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| And maybe I’m gone
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| Straight for the sun
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| Out in the freezing rain
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| Stay on the streets all day
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| Cause my |
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