| So many roads ahead
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| So many deserts to cross
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| All these mountains to climb
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| So many fighters were lost
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| Got dreams to tell
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| On this ocean we sail
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| But you never I never fail on the dusty trail
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| And for those who were wyling
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| And getting stupider
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| Better wake and see the sun
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| Before the demons come
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| And take you away
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| But your soul can’t be saved
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| When you’re living in hell then your mind’s enslaved
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| They know it’s going to change
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| That’s why they’re holding down the people
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| But the good won’t stop
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| Just check in the sequel
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| Keep the moon in the orbit
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| And the planets in the sky
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| The good rock on and let the evil die
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| Let the good stand strong and let the evil die
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| Just let the evil die
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| We get nice and get high
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| Watch me fly in the winter
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| And all the other seasons
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| Fraud b-boys planning espionaogic treason
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| (See the fire is the future and the present is the flame)
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| I expose ill emotions
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| For the listener
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| They steal our sound
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| But can’t hold our sound prisoner
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| As I envision
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| Them silver apparitions
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| Glisten
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| In all their magnificence
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| Sick of these wack emcees
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| And their wack deliverance
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| So deliver me
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| I bring the breath of the sea
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| The clashing of the waves
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| Feel the gentleness of the breeze
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| I’m all about these emcees falling
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| I hear them ghosts calling
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| And the 'yes y’alling'
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| The storm roaring
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| Rain pitter-patter
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| Conniving chatter
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| As these life get madder
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| I climb the ladder of dismay looking for a break
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| These misled thoughts of decay
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| I rise like a pheonix
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| Rising from the flames
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| Falling off is dead because we just maintain
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| (See the fire is the future and the present is the flame
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| Word
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| (Like the moon in the blue heavens, I am alone in my room. I have put out the
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| light. |
| And I am weeping.) |