| Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress (Bloaw, bloaw)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress (Bloaw, bloaw)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| (Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| (Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress (Bloaw, bloaw)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress (Bloaw, bloaw)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress (Na-na-na-na-na-na)
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Cypress, Cypress, Cypress, Cypress
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| Pass the knife, I’ma take a life
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| Seems I’m on a bad one, every night
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| More attention to the light
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| Burning up at the very touch, runaway train
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| I perform the ritual, take away all the pain
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| Free you from this life, from my hands I release you
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| If the end is what you pray for more than women to appease you
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| Another chapter starts and more darkness fills the ages
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| And another stage is set for many names upon the pages
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| I can sing you all the lullaby and nullify the threat to me
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| Then disappear, no one knows my whereabouts, presently
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| Blend in with the masses, now I’m fittin' in society
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| Hide behind the mask, overwhelmed by the anxiety
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| In the middle of the street and I got me a pistol
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| If you wanna see more, all I gotta do is whistle
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| Ah shit, now you looking at a bloodbath
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| But queued motherfuckers is the one who had to have that
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| Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better, better hit the floor when you hear the sound
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| Better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better hit the floor when you hear the sound
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| Rolling stone
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| Everywhere I roam, I can call it home
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| I’ve adapted to the elements and set the tone
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| Set the bar high, stars in your eyes
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| Far as I can see, I can see those little scars that you hide
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| You one of the rock gods
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| This is only the beginning
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| 'Cause the ghost is in the shadow
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| And this patience slowly thinnin'
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| Sweat drippin' down my face
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| As I’m waitin' for the moment
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| When the metal’s flyin' blind
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| There’s no chances for atonement
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| It’s my life and I own it
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| Inside my sleeve and I’ve shown it
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| I have skill to survive
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| All my life I have known it
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| I’m the one you should look to
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| If your enemy shook you
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| I have the skill if you need it
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| My name, don’t even repeat it
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| In the middle of the street, and I got me a pistol
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| If you wanna see more all I gotta do is whistle
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| Ah shit, now you looking at a bloodbath
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| But queued motherfuckers is the one who had to have that
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| Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
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| Better hit the floor when you hear the sound |