| Starve in the fashion
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| March into action
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| Charge for the passion
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| Carve every last one
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| Hope in the morning
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| Cope with the mourning
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| Soap for the pouring
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| Rope for the scoring, make them
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| (Dead)
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| Walk forward with eyes closed, don’t them say they believers?
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| (Dead)
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| Ain’t they brought they bibles? |
| Do they dare deceive? |
| (Make them)
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| (Dead)
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| Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed
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| (Dead)
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| Only the wicked men fall to they death, so (Make them)
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| Eye for an eye is no eye here
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| Blind eye defy with no idea
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| Time fine feline and bitch try deal
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| But they can’t not remind of why time feels
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| Not in they favor, so they tongues
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| Wag too much and them love they guns
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| God, them say savior so make fun
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| When them end comes out of the thing they fund
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| Run, run, ruler and run, run, thief
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| Run, run, run under some belief
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| Who’s your god? |
| Why did he bequeath
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| Hate when what you sow you shall reap?
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| Reaper the name and ripper too
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| Come from tradition just like you
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| Found fathers found in same-same crew
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| So no need, no judge, know just what to do
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| (Dead)
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| Walk forward with eyes closed, don’t them say they believers?
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| (Dead)
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| Ain’t they brought they bibles? |
| Do they dare deceive? |
| (Make them)
|
| (Dead)
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| Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed
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| (Dead)
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| Only the wicked men fall to they death, so (Make them)
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| Free in the future
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| Seethe in a stupor
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| Grieve for the chooser
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| Leave with a suture
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| Hands for the contrite
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| Bans for the gun rights
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| Scan, can they run right?
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| Stand in the sunlight, make them
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| (Dead)
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| Walk forward with eyes closed, don’t them say they believers?
|
| (Dead)
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| Ain’t they brought they bibles? |
| Do they dare deceive? |
| (Make them)
|
| (Dead)
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| Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed
|
| (Dead)
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| Only the wicked men fall to they death |