| Ask her what she found in the hills of your stones
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| Offer her the bounty that she feels that she owns
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| Keep your mind silent ‘cause he’s humbled in his gold
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| Offer many keys to the rivers he stole
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| Oh for the rest of your life
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| Oh gonna pay that big price
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| Oh ‘cause your woman let you go
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| Oh it won’t be the same that you show
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| Never let your hand shake when you’re firm on your blade
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| Never keep a keepsake of the spill that you make
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| Keep your eyes peeled on the bridge that you burn
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| Never lay your hand in the furnace of gold
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| Oh for the rest of your life
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| Oh ‘cause you’ll never be here twice
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| Oh ‘cause your mama’s in your face
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| Oh gonna pay that big price
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| Oh for the rest of your life
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| Oh with the needles in your eyes
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| Oh ‘cause your mama let you go
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| Oh it won’t be the same that you show |