| I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue
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| I’m all caught up in the web I’ve spun
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| But where I’m from ain’t where I’m at
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| Now the time has come to give the power
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| The horror inside of me similar to Gomorrah societies
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| Stored in a diary stimulant for war and anxiety
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| Watching the door, stalking, for the call of the wild beast
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| Caught in the hall talking
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| Through the walls of a liars teeth
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| Call it the fire beneath the final moment
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| When I only got desires to reach the lion roman
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| Through this villainous species
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| Their killing our peace
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| Please thirty pieces of silver and I’m spilling my feces?
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| Sell me I’m not Judas belly is not to bust
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| Help me I’m not stupid now tell me who not to trust
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| If Nostradamus was the smartest of the squad
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| He spoke for
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| Him not to harness the honest comments
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| Of God he hoped for
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| Is boarder line ridicules like mortar mines
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| That split the bus
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| On tour to find there’s more to life then this we lust
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| Like we Icarus lifting us to that flame
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| With a first class ticket to the sun on a wax plane
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| I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue
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| I’m all caught up in the web I’ve spun
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| But where I’m from ain’t where I’m at
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| Now the time has come to give the power
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| We Knots Landing we on a soap opera not understanding
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| How to know not to pop guns
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| And drop the ones caught standing
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| Out in dark dancing with a spark
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| From a man in a park who bought a cannon
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| And he’s landing at your door way
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| What would Michael Moore say?
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| I’m fighting between right and wrong
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| Now what would yall say?
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| When our settlements arraigned and our sentence is war
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| And got our veterans exchanging their appendages for
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| A spot on the inner state I got to stop this inner hate
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| The winters break
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| The splinter in the side of a sinners ache
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| I’m a beginner in faith
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| But I’m a winner in the face of adversity
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| Versing me ain’t worth the space, time, or energy
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| Hate, lies or envy we save lives whenever we
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| Make ties with enemies
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| The end will be the centerpiece
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| That stands between what men believe
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| Or lends a hand of peace or sends a man to lands beneath
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| I’m all drawn up to wet your tongue
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| I’m all caught up in the web Ive spun
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| But where I’m from ain’t where Im at
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| Now the time has come to give the power
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Back to the people
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| Our battle is never with flesh and blood
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| And it takes more then words to make things right
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| If in the end all we have left is love
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| Then we better work to save this life
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| Cus it’s all gone
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| When you forget where you came from
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| And neglect your name for a famed one
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| I say it’s all gone
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| When you’ve slept till the days done
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| And let your mane grow to a tamed one
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| Yes it’s all gone
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| When you accept when your flame
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| Is done burning and you done learning from pain
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| The fun is all gone
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| Attaining our earnings with all thumbs
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| All gone like the end of this song |