| Fear nobody but his Majesty
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| My spirit, you’ll be deep
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| For you I wait, silently
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| It seems that you believe in me Indestructible, digging through the rubble
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| Bubblin', we don’t need no more trouble
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| Never had this cold vision, hot hot friction
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| Like I’m running a muck upon a rhythm
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| Stay on a plan so you don’t lose the vision
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| Stay sizzlin', (Peter paddled from a plane
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| Like this is from the city fillin' in)?
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| Your breathin' in You put on your glasses and you see through it
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| (Fear no one) Fear nobody but his Majesty
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| My spirit, you’ll be deep
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| (His Majesty) For you I wait, silently
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| It seems that you believe in me Some of them run, run, runnin' like a rat on a wheel
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| Try feel fine, a new deal
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| Who is there? |
| Ticket for a meal
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| The world is real, on the heels of the final generation
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| I remember that day in November
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| Standing on a roof and I’m feeling so tender
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| All shook up, like I’ve been in the blender
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| Fend off the demons in the park after dark
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| Lend me your hand, I want to be a member
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| Spent too much and now I’m rendered… dead
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| Mend these wounds, we got to find a common thread
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| Want to fly in the sky ya heavy like lead
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| Just untooling the hands of the builder
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| Fill them with the strength to go further
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| Digging deep for eternal treasure
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| Stay away from quick sand and false pleasure
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| Them mouth’s speak with arrogance
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| Appearance like a lion lurking in the mist
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| They surround and they gaze their fix
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| Grab the rope of God’s heritage
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| Release me from their schemes
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| My distress you will relea-
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| -shield me on the path that’s dark and slippery
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| Basic deception and futility
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| I stand with integrity
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| Sneak to the roof of that building
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| Don’t want nobody here to see me They’re saying that I’m living in a fantasy
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| But I believe if I did keep
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| And I bleed in sincerity
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| Won’t you utterly remove the cloud hanging over me Won’t you wave that decree in the shade of your wings
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| Shelter me from the wicked who have plundered me From my mortal enemies, won’t you shield me…
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| (…Oooh Mama, yo yo yo yo…) |