| Mr. Dali Lamas
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| Another sister’s shootin' heroin tomarrow
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| Amputees in Freetown
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| Sierra Leone’s
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| The church wasn’t honest
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| The state put the youth in a harness
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| Creatin' hostility among us
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| Teacher said no college
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| Still the kid’s gotta get a check with a couple commas
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| People wanna bomb us
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| More people gotta scatter and run rom us
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| You can blame it on Zeus and Apollo and Adonis
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| But what you’ve done here
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| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
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| And it won’t be long before
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| You’re pulling yourself away
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| But what you’ve done here
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| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
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| And it won’t be long before
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| You’re pulling yourself away
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| I’ve been knowing her for years
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| I’ve been seeing her for years she got dark, dark wavy hair
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| With a voice like she just don’t care
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| She got a skirt with a halter top
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| She’s got a dad who never gave fuck
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| She drink a beer with a proper shot
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| She got knocked up in a pickup truck
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| But she got engaged when she was nineteen
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| To this dude who was acting insane
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| Had a .45 that he always cleaned
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| Said one day one day one too many days
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| Now she ducked and she ran away
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| Never to be heard from, never to be seen
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| I check the cover of a magazine
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| I’m just wondering how, just wondering how
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| But what you’ve done here
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| Is put yourself between a bullet and a target
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| And it won’t be long before
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| You’re pulling yourself away |