| I went to jail, serving 3 to 4
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| (Burning down your door.)
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| I took your goods, beat you when I’m done
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| (Shot you with my gun.)
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| There’s no remorse, no recourse for the life I lead
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| Because you’re back, must attack
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| When I don’t get the things I need
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| Best be steppin'
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| I don’t want to have to be the one to shank ya
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| Such a menace
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| 'Cross the street, steppin' out, I’ll blast ya
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| All alone, pickin bones'
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| I’m an animal, not a man
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| You gotta try to understand
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| Why the poor have no peace
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| When time is in your pocket
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| And you got nowhere to go
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| Let the water take you under
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| Light a fire in the soul
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| Maybe love was all you wanted
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| Maybe pain was all you found
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| Your wings will never save you
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| With your feet chained to the ground, yeah
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| When time is in your pocket
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| And you got nowhere to go
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| Let the water take you under
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| Like a fire in the soul
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| Maybe love was all you wanted
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| Maybe pain was all you found
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| Your wings will never save you
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| With your feet chained to the ground, yeah
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| With your feet chained to the ground, Uh
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| Like a fire in the soul
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| When time is in your pocket
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| And you got nowhere to go
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| Let the water take you inder
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| Light a fire in the soul
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| Maybe love was all you wanted
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| Maybe pain was all you found
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| Your wings will never save you
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| With your feet chained to the ground
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| With your feet chained to the ground
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| With your feet chained to the ground
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| When your head spins 'round and 'round
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| With your feet chained to the ground… |