| You hear the whisper in the wind
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| You hear that I've come back again
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| Thought I was dead and gone but my light's still on
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| And my time is coming
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| You see I grew up in a hole
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| Squeezing diamonds out of coals
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| I'm the 7th son, I'm the only one
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| And I'm on the rise
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| I'm electricity starting to hum
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| I'm burning brighter than the morning sun
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| When people try to do as I,
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| I say let them try
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| Praise the lord my time is coming
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| See I cut a swath through the Poconos
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| And I paid my dues in the barrios
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| I have a plan and they say I can't
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| But yes I can
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| So no more waiting on the sidelines
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| And no more hanging on a thin line
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| Got my leather on and my problems are gone
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| And my time is coming
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| Praise the lord my time is coming
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| Praise the lord my time is coming
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| So people of the world just take a bow
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| Cause I used to be hot but I'm flaming now
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| So hold on tight with your knuckles white
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| Cause my time is coming
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| Praise the lord my time is coming
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| Praise the lord my time is
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| Praise the lord my time is
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| Praise the lord my time is coming |