| You can’t hide from the sun shine, shine
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| You can’t hide from the sun shine, shine
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| You can’t hide from the sun shine, shine
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| You can’t hide from the sun shine, do-do do-do do-do
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| I am man trapped here on this evil earth
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| Paratrooper packing parasites that heed your birth
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| Unnaturally natural at capturing animals and storing way more than a seasons
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| worth
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| Stock up flesh to fester on uneven stoves
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| Adapt to the landscape, run, read, and row
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| Crush, kill, destroy, enemies bleed below
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| Spinning on a lost axis that don’t seem well controlled
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| Blow for blow, we in the world of lost souls
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| Where the compass is a crook that craves to curve the crossroads
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| So by the time we speak, our levels meet a notch low
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| And they con us into cramped cubicles and condos
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| Crafty little devil, I’ve got medals on hold
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| Trying to redeem the dream that my ancestors stole
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| You told me reach for the sky, don’t stress goals
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| So I set up solid ground where the water gets cold
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| I am man trapped here in this evil place
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| Stabbing violent while they smile up and seize his face
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| Unnaturally natural at acting like animals and taking way more than a seasons
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| wait
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| Stock up skin to thin on an uneven stove
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| Eyes red and bloodshot, can’t be my soul
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| Pray up above, but they take me below
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| Losing everyone I love, somebody grant me control
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| Blow for blow, we in the world of lost souls
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| Where the web is world wide, but the spiders are culled
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| So by the time we realize the exit doors closed
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| They con us into working for clothes and bank rolls
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| Crafty little devils, I’ve got medals on hold
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| Trying to redeem the dream that my ancestors stole
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| Let’s hope the road from Rome still leads home
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| You see I live on solid ground where the water gets cold
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| We press against an iron fence and I’m convinced that time is just a toll
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| The mind is rinsed with lies and tints to blind the sense, they speak expired
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| soul |