| Out of the earth comes blessing and curse
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| And a famine, defeat my feast
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| I only wanna be last, ‘cause I wanna be first. |
| Greed.
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| Wind blows strong keeps me in my place,
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| But there’s so much here, offered, which I can’t leave
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| Cant find anywhere to turn my face but to give
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| So much good, still in the blood, oh the blood
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| So much good, still in the blood, oh the blood
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| Currents grows strong, I must swim against
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| To the rock, I can find and pace my breath,
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| Gain my strength and shake the fence,
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| Even if it ends in death,
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| When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
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| When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
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| I’ve known the love of a woman, in her darkest hours.
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| And I’ve beckoned to the calling of her room,
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| The road was so steep and sweet it was strong like flowers
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| But her bed smelled like a tomb
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| Who are these people round me telling me
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| What are these lies?
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| I gotta watch my back as they break my bones
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| But I can’t see for the blood in my eyes
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| Home, take me home
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| Gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
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| Gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
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| Smoke fills a room and I can’t breathe
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| Cannot see but I have my wife
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| And I’ve got so much, so little to bequeath
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| Life, oh life!
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| When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
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| When the fires have been quenched by the flood or the blood
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| I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
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| I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
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| Or the blood, tell me bout the blood!
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| I gotta move real fast ‘cause im fast in the mud or the blood
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| Or the blood, or the blood
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| I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
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| Or the blood, tell me ‘bout the blood!
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| I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood
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| I gotta move real fast but I’m fast in the mud or the blood |