| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| How do you — Oh. |
| How do you do yeah
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| How do you do — Oh
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| Maybe I’m a hopeless lover who has lost his way
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| Maybe I’m a lonely sheep who just simply strayed
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| Maybe I’m a freedom fighter who has lost his will to fight
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| But I won’t give up now no, got to make it through the night
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| Say the world is on fire though we don’t see no smoke
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| And I gots to get higher because that’s the only place to go
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| If you catch me on the one time, I’ll give you all my love
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| You let it shine like the sunshines, Lord cleanse my soul and lift me up
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey oh baby (we gon sing it again)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Say I cry for the lonely but who’s gonna cry for me
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| I’m one gunshot away from ending misery, lawd yeah
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| So when hope is lost just means is there to be found
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| You keep your head above the water, your feet on solid ground
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey oh baby (we gon sing it again)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Break it down for me
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| There must be demons in the Big House calling the shots
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| Like informers on the street side calling the cops
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| You know my name but you don’t know my load
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| Born and bred in the struggle is how my story goes
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| If I got to do it, i’ll do it and do it again
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| Knock on wood, I’ve never been to the pen
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| But I’m talking to God daily, trying to make amends
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| Praying that when the gates are open that we all get in
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| So I live my life for others never live for myself
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| Only the fool puts vanity in front of his health
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| I take it day to day reach for the sky
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| Pass me my lighter and my chalice
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| Baby let me get high and we gonna sing
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey oh baby (we gon sing it again)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| There must be demons in the Big House calling the shots
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| Like informers on the street side calling the cops
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| You know my name but you don’t know my load
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| Born and bred in the struggle is how my story goes
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| So if I got to do it, i’ll do it and do it again
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| Knock on wood, I’ve never been to the pen
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| But I’m talking to God daily, trying to make amends
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| Praying that when the gates are open that we all get in
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| So I live my life for others never live for myself
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| Only the fool puts vanity in front of his health
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| I take it day to day reach for the sky
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| Pass me my lighter and my chalice
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| Baby let me get high and we gonna sing
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey oh baby (we gon sing it again)
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey |