| Give me more than God in a courtroom
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| More than broken glass in my houseshoes
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| More, more, more, more
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| Than money on a bet that you wanna lose, babe
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| Quit taking your time making time feel better
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| Sell me something I can use to catapult my value
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| Treat me like the cardinal anointed in my vessels
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| And any time I bite the hand that feeds
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| Won’t you lie through your teeth and
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| Tell me I’m a monument to more than bone and tissue?
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| Give me more than rocks in a windshield
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| More than kerosene in a minefield
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| More, more, more, more
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| Than strangers telling me what I want to hear, babe
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| Instead of spending all your days making days feel shorter, just
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| Sell me something I can use to catapult my value
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| Treat me like the cardinal anointed in my vessels
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| And any time I bite the hand that feeds
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| Won’t you lie through your teeth and
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| Tell me I’m a monument to more than bone and tissue?
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| If I falter on my oaths
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| Will it prove I’m more than skin and bones?
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| If I falter on my oaths
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| Will it prove I’m more than skin and bones?
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| Sell me something I can use to catapult my value
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| Treat me like the cardinal anointed in my vessels
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| And any time I bite the hand that feeds
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| Won’t you lie through your teeth and
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| Tell me I’m a monument to more than bone and tissue? |