| Let me tell you the story of a man
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| In New Orleans where his troubles began
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| If you’ve ever lost a love, then you might understand
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| But never count your chips, son, until the last hand
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| When the fever struck I was left to my demise
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| For many years I was forced to walk the line
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| But I saw a vision of the Phoenix rise
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| Hello motherfuckers, cause I’m back from exile
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| I’m back from exile
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| I’m back from exile
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| If the water is still you can expect an attack
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| The same hands you shook put the knife in your back
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| You know, vultures and wolves always travel in packs
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| And the cowards come running as they cover their tracks
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| I’m more mad at myself I couldn’t realize
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| But I vowed to return and take back what once was mine
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| In the cold, cold morning with the sleep still in your eyes
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| Hello motherfuckers, cause I’m back from exile
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| I’m back from exile
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| I’m back from exile
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| If I would have known that if I should fall from grace
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| You’d be the first to kick dirt into my face
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| Don’t you remember how we got to this place
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| All I ever wanted was a meaningful embrace
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| I’d forgive you if I could and if the nightmares would subside
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| But you judged before I was ever put on trial
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| And oh my good friend, I do apologize
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| Hello motherfucker, cause I’m back from exile
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| I’m back from exile
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| I’m back from exile
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| Back From Exile |