| Pullin all the weight to trick a path
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| Moves are some impervious at last
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| Good things comes to those who wait
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| I saw you when you were brought in here
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| I was in your love for so very long
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| And I can’t save you
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| If I had to bring you back I think
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| By no means I could save you
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| Don’t think I’m so cynical now
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| I’ve found my ground
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| We will prevent your system
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| Put it around
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| Don’t think I’m so cynical now
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| I’ve found my sound
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| We will prevent your system
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| Pick up everything recycle trash
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| And minimize all my carbon ash
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| Footprint fingered on my clothing lights
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| Instant strobe when we may own the night
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| I know what the art to go on is
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| Hard dry paints put on the canvass
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| Why you waiting over there on the phone?
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| Who you think is gonna call ya?
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| It’s a mountain of relief up above ya
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| Someone’s gotta love ya
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| Phone’s gotta sing pictures of indictments
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| Suck it up to know come entrapment
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| Just grease for your heart and food for your thoughts
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| And someone to uphold ya
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| It’s grab what you need or the living makes you bleed
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| I’m keeping it in order |