| Give me the gun or give me the knife and the lightning
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| I strike it down, put it down for the count, I’m fighting
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| Renegading in different ways indicating a center staging
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| And breaking the curtains beyond dividing (Yah!)
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| I waited too long to flip up the face, the mirrors I put into place
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| Are patient and pacing me for a rising (Rise!)
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| My Frankenstein be divine I gotta relay and rely
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| On the borderline of my death and my birth aligning
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| Jekyll and Hyding a pile of diamonds I’m mining
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| I’m digging deeper to keep up with all the fighting
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| And ayo Watsky, I promise that if I die in the process
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| I’m coming back in three days as a Nostradamus
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| Bruce Banner with hammers my stamina causin damage
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| I took it back to the shadows, I got the ammo
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| Blast off, ten steps and draw
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| Painting the Art of War, a Sun Tzu, guns too, suffer the loss (Wooo!)
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| Verse 2 | |
| Watsky
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| Beware the man with the microphone, baby, pay no |
| Attention to what I’m sayin, no man is a prophet
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| Simply because he say so
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| So every pretender better be gettin lay low
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| Hell is inside of the mind, heaven is everywhere
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| And saturn’s ring is a halo
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| Hail no false messiah, my lady
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| Hell no the piranhas’ll drive a mercedes
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| You never needed em for safety
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| You are the savior you’ve been waiting for
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| There is no other to better deliver you out of hades
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| I got a million white stallions ready to ride for your honor
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| And a couple pretty fantasies I could sell ya
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| You are your own rebellion but then again you didn’t need me to tell ya
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| So come and run it down, run it down
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| Verse 3 | |
| Sky/Watsky
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| Watsky:
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| What is the price of your life? |
| Is it twice the price of another’s?
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| And how do you weigh the merits?
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| When all these bandits are busy crunching the numbers
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| And measuring by calibers and by karats
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| Sky:
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| Well, apparently the mirror can declare us heavenly |
| When we’re clearly lying about appearance
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| Down the rabbit hole a grab-and-go of cannibals
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| Eating our own lies disguised as transparent
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| Watsky:
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| Stare me in the eye, dare me if you like, carrying a lie
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| And i’ll promise that i’ll expose it
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| Sky:
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| From dawn until deceased, we’re conjuring a beast
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| And bombing it to peace whenever we taking notice
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| Watsky:
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| Gotta grow up and I love home, but i won’t look back
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| Sky:
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| Look to the rearview, gotta clear view, so i won’t relapse
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| Watsky:
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| We keep it movin we never tap out and step out of every trap
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| Both:
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| The mirrors we’re breaking making reflections, we’ll take it back
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors
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| (Let's Rebel), These Mirrors |