| Preacher man wanna save my soul
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| Don’t nobody wanna save my life
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| People we done lost control
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| Let’s make heaven tonite
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| Preacher man wanna save my soul
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| Don’t nobody wanna save my life
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| People we done lost control
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| Let’s make heaven tonite
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| Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs
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| May my arteries and heart oscillate as one
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| If police come may I awake escape and run
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| In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds
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| And if I take the plunge
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| May it be said that I wasn’t afraid to shake my tongue
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| Show the state was scum
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| Makin’sure that the callin’bell of fate was rung
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| Cuz if they could the would
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| And probly tried to Rape the sun
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| Someone said that this is just my body
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| Wait for the Afterpary
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| Where ain’t no shut-off note
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| And every wallet there is knotty
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| Feet are on the asphalt
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| Dick in the dirt
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| This system take vickin’to work
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| Listen alert
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| Check out the introvert
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| In the corner with the rip in her skirt
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| Stomach pains so she grippin’her shirt
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| Ain’t never had dinner
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| So she know she ain’t gettin’dessert
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| Don’t try to tell me it’s her mission to hurt
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| I got faith in the people and they power to fight
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| We gon make the struggle blossom
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| Like a flower to light
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| I know that we could take power tonight
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| Make 'em cower from might
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| And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight
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| I ain’t sittin in your pews less you helpin’me resist and refuse
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| Show me a list of your views
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| If you really love me Help me tear this muthafucka up Consider this my tithe for the offer cup
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| I used to think about infinity
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| And how my memory is finna be Invisibly slim in that vicinity
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| And though the stars are magnificent
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| Whisky and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant
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| The revolution in this tune and verse
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| Is a bid for my love to touch the universe
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| Strugglin’over wages and funds
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| Let the movement get contagious and run
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| Through the end when it’s gauges and guns
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| And if we win in the ages to come
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| We’ll have a chapter where the history pages are from
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| They won’t never know our name or face
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| But feel our soul in free food they taste
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| Feel our passion when they heat they house
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| When they got power on the streets
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| And the police don’t beat 'em about
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| Let’s make health care centers on every block
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| Let’s give everybody homes and a garden plot
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| Let’s give all the schools books
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| Ten kids a class
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| And give 'em truth for their pencils and pads
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| Retail clerk — love ballads where you place this song
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| Let’s make heaven right here
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| Just in case they wrong |