| Any place for a man of faith’s appropriate
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| When, knowing no comfort, wanna want for the opiate (I)
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| Hunted by scent, not cents, hundreds spent, poor things
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| Storied hunter falling to predatory lending
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| Creditors unforgiving of trespassers
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| Will they still be if ever forced to walk the path of Cassius
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| River City made me, incidentally, maybe
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| I’ll be champion type too, pray for me
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| Cause where I’m currently at’s against the rope and our odds
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| Amidst the vermin and rats then smoke on the water
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| If I bury this axe, friend or foe where you fall
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| Workin' to cash it back in then went and stole it all
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| And I’ll recoup but I ain’t ready yet
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| Besides all they’ve takin' is a lie, this is petty theft
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| Left with the better me
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| That flesh and treasury
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| Was too heavy to carry anyhow
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| Heaven so many miles (miles, miles)
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| Far away is the place I’m from, place I’m from
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| Waiting on a day that may not come, may not come (may not come)
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| Crazed and drunk they made you afraid of something
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| You may be stunned to find the bravest one
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| Don’t run away chasing the sun
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| Dig it
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| Already missing you
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| Whisper miserable, but my memory visceral
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| Yell as I’m held, suspended animation
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| Float over time and space and the scent of sanitation
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| Over the smoke and the smoldering waste
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| My holding pattern scattered for miles above annihilation
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| Spin off as I fend off the provocation
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| Wishin' I had a minute more to pin the observation
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| What I could leave to be the legacy
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| Never presented itself 'til I was sick of myself
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| Handful of my face, plagued with a case of leprosy
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| Moment of consolation came in this levitation
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| But I ain’t one to speak of regrets
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| I make commitments I unyieldingly kept
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| F-U see the rest K, I’mma sleep in a second
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| Cause when I make the introduction
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| You ain’t never late for meetings with death (death, uh)
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| Far away is the place I’m from, the place I’m from
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| Waiting on a day that may not come, it may not come
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| Crazed and drunk they made you afraid of something
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| You may be stunned to find the bravest one
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| Don’t run away chasing the sun
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| Far away is the place I’m from, the place I’m from
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| Waiting on a day that may not come, it may not come
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| Crazed and drunk they made you afraid of something
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| You may be stunned to find the bravest one
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| Don’t run away chasing the sun |