| You say what’s mine is mine
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| And what’s yours is mine too
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| Now you’ve got more than you can spend
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| But all of the money
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| In the whole wide world
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| Is not gonna help you in the end
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| Now while there’s still time to be saved
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Might be too late for you I’m afraid
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Don’t you take it there
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| I hear helicopters
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| Over my house every day
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| Shining their lights and flying low
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| Treat a child like a criminal
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| From the day that he is born
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| And you’re gonna reap just what you sow
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| Now while there’s still time to be saved
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Might be too late for you I’m afraid
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Don’t you take it there
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| So you can move your court case
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| Way across town
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| You can move it across the whole wide globe
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| But it ain’t gonna help your court case
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| Up in the sky
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| When you go to put on your white robe
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| Now while there’s still time to be saved
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Might be too late for you I’m afraid
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| They don’t want it there
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| Don’t you take it there
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| And you dare the children
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| To stay off of drugs
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| Now I dare you to stop letting them in
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| And how dare you point your finger
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| At a gang out on the street
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| While it’s you who is committing the sin
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| Now while there’s still time to be saved
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Might be too late for you I’m afraid
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave
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| Don’t you take it there
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| They don’t want it there
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| You know your mother taught you better
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| Don’t take that attitude to your grave |