| I m from a place
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| Where my man named Mr. Peace
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| Don t give a thing and he want it more
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| He done in a knife and he used to know
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| He smacked it in the head in public
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| He kicked it down and I think nothing of it Take your head down, swallow your pride
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| If you wanna live to see the night and
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| I guess I held my feel
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| I planned from the violet to the top of the hill
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| And even though I ve got away
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| I couldn t shake Mr. Peace down
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| I ve fulfilled all my desires
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| I couldn t put out the fire
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| Ding dong in my head
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| Dead I need him put to rest
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| So I could take off, fly off
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| Get a little bit of step in my wall
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| Checked on day given me you callin
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| I m done fallin
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| I could take off, fly off
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| Get a little bit of step in my wall
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| Swear the little kids beggin for more
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| Oh ho, darling
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| Pack my bags and run
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| To a place I promise I ve never been
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| Call my phone but cowardly stops
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| It turned me to a cowardly man and
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| Y all wouldn t believe what I ve seen
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| Mr. Peace, he was broke at the knees
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| Somebody so brave and strong
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| Just the town we camp on and
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| The fear, it disappeared
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| And the hate that followed it Couldn t place it occupied
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| We were placed by loathe and lies so I could
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| Take off, fly off
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| Get a little bit of step in my wall
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| Checked on day given me you callin
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| I m done fallin
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| I could take off, fly off
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| Get a little bit of step in my wall
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| Swear the little kids beggin for more
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| Oh ho, darling |