| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| This is the sound we make
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| When in between two places
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| Where we used to bleed
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| And where our blood needs to be
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| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| In city, I feel my spirit is contained
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| Like neon inside the glass, they form my brain
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| But I recently discovered
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| It's a heatless fire
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| Like nicknames they give themselves to uninspire
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| Begin with bullet, now add fire to the proof
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| But I'm still not sure if fear's a rival or a close relative to truth
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| Either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you
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| The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through
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| Folina Sahlo
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| Folina Sahlo
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| Folina Sahlo
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| Folina
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| I created this world
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| To feel some control
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| Destroy it if I want
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| So I sing
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| Sahlo Folina
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| Sahlo Folina
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| Sahlo
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| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
|
| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
|
| I could take the high road
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| But I know that I'm going low
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| I'm a ban - I'm a bandito
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| I created this world
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| To feel some control
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| Destroy it if I want
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| So I sing
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| Sahlo Folina
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| Sahlo Folina |