| Only the captive knows the price
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| Of life that flows beyond the bars
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| Only the dying knows how much
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| We’re all the same under the stars
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| Experience’s worth more than gold
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| Cause all those secrets never been told
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| Only your soul that will remain oh my friend
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| Don’t you hold on to your graves
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| Cause the things that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
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| Souls that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
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| I hope you remember how sweet
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| Feels the morning grass under your feet
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| Cause if you can’t then it’s too sad
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| That’s all we have under the stars
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| Experience’s worth more than gold
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| Cause all those secrets never been told
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| Kings and Queens upon their thrown will never know
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| Things that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
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| Swords that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
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| If you wonder where you belong
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| Remember your soul is from beyond
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| If you don’t believe it don’t be sad no
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| We’ll remain one under the stars
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| Experience’s worth more than gold
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| Cause all those secrets never been told
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| Only your soul that will remain my friend
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| So please don’t you hold on to your grave
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| Cause the things that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
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| Souls that are made inna fire gonna return to fire
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| Souls gonna return all of that
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| Everything gonna turn to fire again |