| Yeah, listen!
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| Yeah, listen!
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| They say something’s missing from the game, yeah
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| But how could they forget to mention my name, yeah?
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| Cause I’ve seen it before, been to the songs
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| Been through the choir, been through the fire
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| Been to the freezing, stinging ice cold rain
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| And now they’re asking us for something different
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| And if I do, please tell me, will they listen?
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| They want pleasure and celebration
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| But where’s the tears, grinding for years
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| Where is the fame?
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| Chorus:
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| Don’t you hear the call?
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| They thought that I’m always lost
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| No survives, no survives
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| I breath into their ears revival!
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| Revival, revival
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| It’s a revival!
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| Oh, breath into their ears context of revival!
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| Now they wonder why I go so far
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| How could music live if there’s no heart?
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| This is ain’t for superstars and no fancy car
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| But my niggas hide behind those walls
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| They can never tell me about our struggle
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| Stop. |
| empty from the hunger
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| But I stay humble, walking through the jungle
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| Still I know it’s a revival, oh!
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| Don’t you hear the call?
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| They thought that I’m always lost
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| No survives, no survives,
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| I breath into their ears revival!
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| Revival, revival
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| It’s a revival!
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| Oh, breath into their ears context of revival!
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| Revival, it’s a revival!
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| Oh, breath into their ears context of revival! |