| I had to tell you
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| Don’t you feel fear
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| Done telling people no need to say
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| I had to tell you
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| Why can’t you hear
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| Anxiety surrounding me
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| I had to tell you
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| There’s no big deal
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| It happens all the time
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| So honestly not a thing to fix
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| My mama always told me
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| Don’t waste a minute
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| Nirvana as how it is
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| And papa always told me
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| Vigilance vivid
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| Or you will loose what you got
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| Then they both tried to warn me
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| Closed door falls into silence
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| I’m drifted too far away
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| Then it went out of sight and
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| No outline’s left
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| Now time to go back
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| Ocean of tears
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| Before the sailing gotta turn back
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| Now it’s the time to go back
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| My tongue can make or break
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| Before I slip and realize
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| Yeah, it’s the time to go back
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| He hasn’t figured it out
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| Guess I should have to go back
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| Maybe I’m bout to go to hell
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| Some things are roaming
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| It’s so hard to pull it out
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| Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
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| I look for my bible to shore
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| Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere
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| So I go through the table, under my bed to figure
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| No, I should better get down on my knees
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| Knocking on the heaven’s door it maybe hell it could be
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| Focus on to focus I close my eyes
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| Then Oye yells
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| Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand
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| I look for my bible to shore
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| Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere
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| So I go through the table, under my bed to figure
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| No, I should better get down on my knees
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| Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be
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| Focus on to focus I close my eyes
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| Then Oye yells |