| We should shine a light on, a light on
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| And the book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on
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| We should shine a light on, a light-on
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| And the book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on
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| I killed my dinner with karate
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| Kick 'em in the face, taste the body
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| Shallow work is the work that I do
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| Do you want to sit at my table
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| My fighting fame is fabled
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| And fortune finds me fit and able
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| And you do say, oh oh
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| That you do pray, oh
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| And you say that you’re okay
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| And do you want to run with my pack
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| Do you want to ride on my back
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| Pray that what you lack does not distract
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| And even when you run through my mind
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| Something else is in front, oh, you’re behind
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| And I don’t have to remind you to stick with your kind
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| And you do say, oh oh
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| That you do pray, oh
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| And you say that you’re okay
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| And even when you touch my face
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| You know your place
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| Yeah and even when you touch my face
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| You know your place
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| We should shine a light on, a light on
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| And the book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on
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| We should shine a light on, a light on
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| The book of right-on's right-on, it was right-on |