| How long before the hate that we hold
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| Lead us to another Holocaust?
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| Are we so deep in it that we can’t end it?
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| Stop, hold, ever call it off
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| It’s too clear, nuclear’s too near
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| And the holders of the molotov
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| Say that «Revolution's right here, right now»
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| And they ain’t callin' off
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| Wake up, roll an eighth up
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| Throw a double finger with a fist
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| Here at the abyss
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| I will be your tour guide
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| It is war time, check your wrists (Ready, kids?)
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| Over to your right, shine a light
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| Got a bevy ready for the fight
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| I just wanna live, I don’t wanna ever have to load a clip
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| Only hunt bliss
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| I am still a kid in my heart
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| But these motherfuckers sick
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| They don’t give a shit, not at all
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| They don’t even want to let you take a little piss in a pot
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| Listen along
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| They don’t want your love, shit is bugged
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| Motherfuckers steady getting rich from the blood
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| Love when you beg
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| Trust, I would sooner put a puckered pair of lips to the sun
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| Love will survive
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| Run out under iridescent lights for our lives
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| I will be surprised if we ever got the feeling so alive as tonight
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| Wild for the night
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| Look into my eyes
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| I am standing at your side for the fight
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| Minds over might
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| Swear to God
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| They could barely even see the dog
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| They don’t see the size of the fight
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| Wake up
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| Drink water
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| Smoke blunt
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| Clean, oil my Kalashnikov
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| Stockpile ten for me and friends in case shit get to poppin' off
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| The evening news givin' yous views
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| Telling you to pick your master for president
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| Been behind the curtain, seen the devil workin'
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| Came back with some evidence
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| I’m here to tell you don’t let em tell you what’s right wrong
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| Make love, smoke kush, try to laugh hard, and live long
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| That’s the antidote
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| You defeat the devil when you hold onto hope
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| 'Cause kinfolk life is beautiful
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| And we ain’t gotta die for them other men
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| And I refuse to kill another human being
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| In the name of a government
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| 'Cause I don’t study war no more
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| I don’t hate the poor no more
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| Gettin' more ain’t what’s more
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| Only thing more is the love
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| So when you see me
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| Please greet me with a heart full
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| And a pound and a hug
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| Save my swollen heart
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| Bring me home from the dark
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| Take me up, take me up, take me up
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| Take me up, take me up, take me up
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| Up, up, up
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| Up, up
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| Up, up, up, up, up, up
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| Seen the devil give a sermon in the church
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| Seen an angel dancing in the club
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| Tryin' to feed a baby so I threw a thousand in the air
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| And blessed her with a hug
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| I done been down so many times
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| Walked on like a dirty rug
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| And now that I made it, can’t fake it
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| Gotta give me what I’m truly worthy of
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| (Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy)
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| And I don’t know how much it really means to be right
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| (Means to be right, means to be right)
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| And what a joy it’d be to see some peace in this life
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| (Peace in this life, peace in this life)
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| And it occurs to me that maybe we ain’t even really seein' it right
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| Here in the dark
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| Hoping just to see a beam of the light
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| (Beam of the light, beam of the light)
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| Save my swollen heart
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| Bring me home from the dark
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| Take me up, take me up, take me up
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| Take me up, take me up, take me up |