| I feel everything deep in my head it’s spinning
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| Good and evil lost in the city with the people
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| And it’s ticking, we won’t be forgiven
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| My names Solomon, Solomon, Solomon Eagle
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| Run through the city full of evil
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| Streets like the jungle, keep your head down
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| Keep your hands up when you move around
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| And God willing, they can all make a killing
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| I’m on top of this dropping this sipping a sequel
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| Stun guns and tear gas people
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| When police line up pulling truncheons out
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| They beat the mob down to disperse the crowd
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| And God willing, we can all make a killing
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| Its not the devil, pulling you down
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| This retribution, comes from above
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| This is God, this is God giving up on us
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| This is God giving up
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| And its bottles and bricks, makeshift wicks
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| Balaclav, Molotov, number 1 hits
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| Coming with the trick, leaving in a whip
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| Weazing out my lungs as the truncheon hits
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| And there’s nothing like revenge hidden in success
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| Served so cold that the beef can’t sweat
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| Solomon is blessed, Solomon see’s you
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| Cower in the corner looking up at the steeple
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| I’m the only get to know me, I’m the one with her blood on my hands
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| I’m here to show you, here to tell you that I love you in the city of the damned
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| And though I love you, I will leave you and I leave you in the desert hot sand
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| I’ll introduce you to the devil and the devil he will take you by the hand
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| It’s not the devil pulling you down
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| This retribution comes from above
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| This is God, this is God giving up on us
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| This is God giving up
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| I feel everything deep in my head, it’s spinning
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| Good and evil lost in the city with the people
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| It’s not the devil pulling you down
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| This retribution, comes from above
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| This is God, this is God giving up on us
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| This is God giving up
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| It’s not the devil pulling you down
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| This retribution, comes from above
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| This is God, this is God giving up on us
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| This is God giving up |