| Come over
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| Come over
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| Try me
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| See what I got
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| Come over
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| Come over
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| Try me see what I got
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| Yes it time again, time again repeating itself so questionably but
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| not so casually. |
| Count your time because this place isn’t what it
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| used to be, not what we were not any more not the place for the time
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| to over look the pain we saw in the
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| end but the pain we saw in the beginning.
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| Come over
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| Come over
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| Try me
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| See what I got
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| Try me, fight me, bash the shit out of me but don’t break a limb.
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| Don’t try and die for the sake that it’s the place we fought again
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| and again the place we will continue to fight…
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| break our minds and our time.
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| Shed your feelings to pain and let it rain hate for the late of the
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| night and let the insects work the world
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| we made the place we fed the place we lead.
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| Come over
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| Come over
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| Try me
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| See what I got
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| Let the feeling for our 4 fathers fade the time again and again
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| repeating it self yes repeating and giving in to the world’s bullshit
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| into the main center of all confession, into the churches;
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| into the light into hell into heaven into the task called life into
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| the hard work into the sacrifice and into the face of our race…
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| the one we fight against. |
| And fight with. |
| Our time.
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| The wrong time. |
| try me my friend and see what I got. |