| Christ-like in the composition
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| You’re the brunt of the problem
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| It’s my bone of contention
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| So many faults I fail to mention
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| When the house is blowing down
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| And you’re fighting for the crown
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| You got to learn to manifest the sound
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| That gets them all running
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| You have a history of missing the point
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| So let me point this one out
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| Every time has it’s season
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| Every last moment it’s reason
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| Fortune favors the brave
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| This city is a dying whore
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| It’s too late to save
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| And it will never change
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| Nauseous at the site
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| Furious towards it’s vice
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| I get sick thinking about it
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| Insane, faint-hearted
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| When the house is blown down
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| And you’re fighting for the crown
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| I get sick just thinking about it
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| It gets them all running
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| You have a history of missing the point
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| So let me point this one out
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| Change!
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| Don’t let down, cold night
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| Falling down to my knees |