| If only I could make it
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| To a place where forsaken’s not a maiden or a mat idée
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| (when isn’t it though)
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| Ready to play the host where I dine
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| On my lines of life in which my eyes perceive
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| (then let your jaws show)
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| I be happy supplied the world with food for thought
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| Mission a national fee
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| But Now I have risen from that dream
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| Faced up blatant with the statements
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| I envision in the scenes
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| Robbers of the raw
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| And the innocent’s defeat
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| Province of the poor, underprivileged, and the
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| Weak
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| (weak)
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| Seek only what brings acceptance a the tidings in my findings
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| (or get eat)
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| Cease
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| Now hear me sing
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| If resting where you find me
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| Understand my offering
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| Takes my last breaths on the alter, spare me please
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| No one here, solitude’s the conclude
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| In the city of the written
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| My reflection sees me through
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| It’s a pity, didn’t listen now they
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| Suck in sour mood
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| Presumed to walk another tune, puckered all the poets motionless
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| Though they moving down the path where pigs are roasting
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| A feast for the fable coming from the frau speak it
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| Cause I seen it
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| In the natural cause of conflict
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| Where blinders got me
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| Reaching for the chainsaw
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| Freedom from the feint’s fall
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| Crumble but was stood tall
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| So see its not a paper chase
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| I know that paper flakes beside a fires blaze
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| My bridge is on another plane buried by the bush underneath the lily cactus
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| Unearthed with every practice
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| Only like minds can catch it
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| Not many at my heels but any if they will
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| I move on em passioned
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| If its she who you after
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| I ain’t a blast from the past
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| I’m what’s smashing in the future
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| Hold back nothing
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| Long time coming
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| How they gonna show me to the gallows
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| Like they could do the dent of my death
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| Know my throw and resolve by the steps
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| Why I oughta truth you all cold
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| Hard like attacked hearts fold
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| Under the very mud that they pump
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| You trapped sold or semi-precious lump…
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| Left to slack and shrivel in the thump of chests against beds…
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| Wall against heads
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| Like a fist on a thread
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| This ain’t gonna work
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| Or is it
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| When dredgeddeded from the darkest inches of what your pit did
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| You’d writ with an isn’t where your oughta shoulda wroughta
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| Less selfish of shells coulda daughtered but welled
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| Deadbent and attempting to only heart it in hell
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| Hey yo L, what did the star say to the black when it fell
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| Hold back nothing long time coming… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Long Time Coming , by - Themselves. Song from the album The Free Houdini Deluxe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп