| I’ve seen them run, I’ve seen them broken
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| I’ve seen them fold without a word even spoken
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| Oh, all it takes is a little fire
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| Well, they watch your eyes, they learn your weakness
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| They turn it up, and you know
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| The lean is on, the lean is on
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| Oh, sooner or later, you’re gonna catch heat
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| There’s no use running away
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| Everything hurries to eat or be eaten, they say
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| Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
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| The coolest of cool is grace under fire
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| Back in the shadows there’s the law of the city
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| Work on the one who shows the first sign of pity
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| I know, I know
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| Well, they knock on your door, and they call out your number
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| And your legs won’t move, and you heart starts running
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| You’ll know, you’ll know
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| Oh, Papa was right, nothing rates higher
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| The coolest of cool is grace under fire
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| You’ve got to be the diamond, you’ve got to be the steel
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| The lucky have ice in their veins
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| They laugh at the devil
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| And burn like a torch in the rain
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| Oh, The Jesus was cool, no one bet higher
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| The measure of heart is grace under fire |