| The judge and the paralegal tell me that I’m liable
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| The cost that you pay; |
| you swap the bevy for the Bible
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| Heading to the promised land
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| Ruled by the masculine
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| Tied to the country
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| But we’re all from the motherland
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| Those who were humble, they stumble and crumble
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| Ooh, what a tragedy
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| I’m false currency
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| Giving you the dollar as I chick-a chick-a change ya
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| I’m not here to drown ya
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| I’m only here to cleanse ya
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| I’ll cross the border in the morning
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| And I won’t stop to hear your warnings
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| Who‘s coming with me, are you all in?
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| 'Cause we’re up, running till the day is dawning
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| I got the holy ghost fire in me
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| Dancing in hell
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| You could call it blasphemy
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| I got the holy ghost fire in me
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| Dancing in hell
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| You could call it blasphemy
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| I got the holy ghost fire in me
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| Dancing in hell
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| You could call it blasphemy
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| I got the holy ghost fire
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| Holy ghost fire
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| In me, in me, in me
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| You can tell your deity, I’m alright
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| Wake up in the bed, call me Jesus Christ
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| It’s only superstition if you ever listen
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| I saw myself self-assault in a premonition
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| I saw myself smelling salts in the South Pacific
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| I’m so prolific
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| I done and did it
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| Ever seen a rainbow, oh
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| Ever go where the rain don’t, oh
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| Ever seen a rainbow, oh
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| Ever go where the rain don’t
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| Salty pillar, philosophic polyfilla
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| Deserted in the desert, turning sand into a mirror
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| Fables and cables, turning tablets into tables
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| I’m outchea, empty cradle in the stable
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| I’ll cross the border in the morning
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| And I won’t stop to hear your warnings
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| Who‘s coming with me, are you all in?
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| 'Cause we’re up, running till the day is dawning
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| I got the holy ghost fire in me
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| Dancing in hell
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| You could call it blasphemy
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| I got the holy ghost fire in me
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| Dancing in hell
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| You could call it blasphemy
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| I got the holy ghost fire in me
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| Dancing in hell
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| You could call it blasphemy
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| I got the holy ghost fire
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| Holy ghost fire
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| In me, in me, in me
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| You can tell your deity, I’m alright
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| Wake up in the bed, call me Jesus Christ
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| You can tell your deity, I’m alright
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| Wake up from the dead, call me Jesus Christ
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| You can tell your deity, I’m alright
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| Wake up in the bed, call me Jesus Christ
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| You can tell your deity, I’m alright
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| Wake up in the bed, call me Jesus Christ |