| A little above the old will fade
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| Between these bounds, a moment slips away
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| The doctrine was paused, the bongs will fly
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| The judge man’s past until it halts will cry
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| Take what you’re granted
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| Love be your mantra
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| Take what you’re handed
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| Love be your mantra
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| I’mma give her still to take a say
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| What power munger throats more will pray
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| And you tasted grace, kindness too
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| My friend you’ll know what hands and feet will do
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| Take what you’re granted
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| Love be your mantra
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| Take what you’re handed
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| Love be your mantra
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| Take what you’re granted
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| Love be your mantra
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| Take what you’re handed
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| Love be your mantra
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| Take what you’re granted
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| Love be your mantra |