| Some say you only get so many breaths
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| When they’re gone, you’ll meet your maker
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| Some people always try to cheat their death
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| But when it comes, you just can’t shake it
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| Some people try to make a deal
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| To get a little bit more but they try to take it
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| Some of them end up in debt
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| When their called they try to fake it
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| But one morning the clock will chime
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| And no more birds come flying by
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| And temperature’s keep rising higher
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| 16 bullets come flying by
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| Ai, yi, yi put your hands up high
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| 'Cause you never know
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| How long you’re gonna live 'til ya die
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| They hit you with a missile, hit you with a bomb
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| Hit you with the law, try to take your home
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| Break into your house in the middle of the night
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| Track you on a cell phone by satellite
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| Stopped any time you’re in your car
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| Search your body, search your home
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| And listenin' in on your phone calls
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| Still no politician got enough balls
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| Lining the people up against the wall
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| When the truth comes out all hell will call
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| And someday Guantanamo will fall
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| Until that day we all will ride on
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| Ai, yi, yi, put your hands up high
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| 'Cause you never know
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| How long your gonna live 'til ya die
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| That’s life in the city
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| That’s life in the city yeah
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| That’s life in the city
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| Mad world in the city
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| Some holdin' on, so damn gone
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| Their whole lives livin' with their TV on
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| Then radio play the same 10 songs
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| Set your clock by which ones on
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| An' watching the news try to see what’s wrong
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| Find somebody else to blame it on
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| Hope they never come and research you
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| 'Cause your grandmother was an immigrant too
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| So if you love somebody better tell them so
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| 'Cause you never ever, ever no when they gonna go
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| If they love you back, just give thanks
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| Can’t keep love like money in the bank
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| You never know, you never know
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| Its gonna get you |