| I heard you had a voice like an angel
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| I heard a strange tale about a saint that fell, music became jail
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| These bars I hear you wrapped in 'em
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| Wove in the beats like the clothing of sheep, wolves tracks, spin 'em
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| DJ’s, CD’s, C-notes, G’s thrown
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| On D’s, we’ll be kings like T.I., hope
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| I heard you even sang when you spoke
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| And the emotion you evoked got you choked
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| When your beauty struck a vocal chord broke, boatless dove overboard
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| Looked upon the ocean, caught your reflection before the Lord’s
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| I heard you had a voice like an angel
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| Strange though, you were blinded by the light
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| Shining from your own halo, fell off
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| Sort of like a rainbow when heaven watched your faint glow fade slow
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| I heard you had a voice like an angel
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| I heard that fame’s a killer that can murder great princes
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| Like Kurt Cobain singing Purple Rain from a distance
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| Hope home ain’t a virtual game
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| Nor this cursed place Earth where the dollars and the karma don’t circulate
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| The world’s a stage and you know this play well
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| Gee I bet you even know how it ends, pray tell
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| Had a voice like an angel, now you score the drama scenes
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| The comedy’s the fact we enact what you want to be
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| Had some old songs still stuck in your memory
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| Distorted though, so you sort of re-assembled melodies
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| And fine-tune and turned 'em into single after single
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| In this industry you built so sinfully simple for
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| You to write cause a song is what your life was
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| The destiny of stars is their light must fight dusk
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| With sparks of brilliance to ignite us
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| And of all the billions of stars you were by far the brightest
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| I heard you had a voice like an angel
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| Now it’s just a light hush
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| But now you keep everybody’s eyes on charts and schedules
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| And the trends, trying to stack gold bars and medals
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| They want vessels void and dark as space
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| Fools wanna make stars instead of music that’s smart or special
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| Because art at a level that’s real can be harder to peddle
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| Business prefers a market that settles
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| For second rate, kill the true artists martyr the rebels
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| That’s the system and it’s straight from the heart of the devil
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| See, merchants of dreams sold to souls eyes-wide shut
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| Passing the buck to purchase a pass to buy stuff
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| Working in this circus get hired up
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| To walk over have-knots on a tight rope tied up in my gut
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| It’s a delicate balance, developing talent
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| Into persons that we worship, yo it’s a hell of a challenge
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| I heard you had a voice like an angel
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| And don’t really sing no more but you still running the game so
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| If we don’t behave like them, they call us crazy
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| And if we won’t slave for them, they call us lazy
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| Lately, I’ve started to see why you hate me
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| Hearing this voice, it must be painful
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| To the ears when for years you had a voice like an angel
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| If you don’t behave like them, they call you crazy
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| And if you won’t slave for them, they call you lazy
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| Well I say…
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| They wanna take your mind, turn it into a prison
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| And lock you inside then they call that living
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| Well I say…
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| I heard you had a voice like an angel
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| They say smile for the camera
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| They say smile for the camera
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| Smile for the camera
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| While they take your children
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| Smile for the camera
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| While we rape your women
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| Smile for the camera
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| While we make our millions
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| Smile for the camera
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| While we make our buildings
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| Smile for the camera
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| Smile for the camera
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| They say smile for the camera… |