| Get your hair cut
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| Get your money on straight
|
| Get your head right
|
| And don’t forget where you come from
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| Who you friends are and all that shit
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| Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning
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| Stories of pain and fear
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| Ringing in my eardrum
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| And ever since I come home
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| There’s been somebody with the loaded gun
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| Get your finger on the trigger, son
|
| Ringing in my eardrum
|
| Get your hair cut
|
| Get your money on straight
|
| Get your head right
|
| And don’t forget where you come from
|
| Who you friends are and all that shit
|
| Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning
|
| Stories of pain and fear
|
| Ringing in my eardrum
|
| And ever since I come home
|
| There’s been somebody with the loaded gun
|
| Get your finger on the trigger, son
|
| Ringing in my eardrum
|
| Get your hair cut
|
| Get your money on straight
|
| Get your head right
|
| And don’t forget where you come from
|
| Who you friends are and all that shit
|
| I admit I don’t understand how this all started
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| But I know it’s gotten out of hand
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| We can’t go back now
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| We can’t just tell ourselves all of this will pass
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| Not while we’re sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind
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| Sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind |