| Offed by just the man he
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| Used to know
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| Many years before and twenty
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| And vertigo
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| Scarlet billows he breathes the sigh of
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| Relife of a killers
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| So tip you hat
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| To the gentleman
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| Or atleast
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| Nod your head
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| For only he, knows what stands in front of
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| What is
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| Medicional at best
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| Cause the first one to be shot
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| Is the last to know
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| And the garden that grows apart
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| Is it’s only soul
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| Don’t ask me to follow suit
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| It’s just too late now
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| Our god isnt what you preach
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| So tip you hat
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| To the gentleman
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| Or atleast
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| Nod your head
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| For only he, knows what stands in front of
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| What is
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| Medicional at best
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| Cause the first one to be shot
|
| Is the last to know
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| And the garden that grows apart
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| Is it’s only soul
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| Don’t ask me to follow suit
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| It’s just too late now
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| Our god isnt what you preach
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| We Stand, Stand, Stand up (3x)
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| You fool yourself but you know fool us
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| Cause the first one to be shot
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| Is the last to know
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| And the garden that grows apart
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| Is it’s only soul
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| And the line that you stand before
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| Is a line that you alone draw
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| With the world on the killing floor
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| Will history not teach us all
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| That your god isn’t, your god isn’t
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| Your god is no different |