| Have you ever been a victim in a violent fight
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| When you know it’s not true and you know it’s not right
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| Got not one ounce, inch of control
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| You got lust for blood runnin' in your soul
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| You know if every person upon this earth
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| Became the image of the mother in a violent birth
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| We could sow the seed, toss up the sand
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| And heal this brutal beat-up land
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| If there’s a place to be why don’t you come with me
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| Listen to your father, listen to your brother
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| Take every chance that comes, maybe you’ll find someone
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| We don’t need to argue, we just need each other
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| There’s a mirror on the table, if you feel you could use it
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| Don’t be ashamed, go ahead just do it
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| Protect your cranium, let it explode
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| Put your faith in the mother lode
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| Now if all this seems to be eccentric
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| Be aware be sure I meant it
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| The tunnel of love has got no end
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| I’m well received, but I don’t send |