Verse 1
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Come
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you
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masters
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of
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war
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You
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that
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build
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the
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big
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guns
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You
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that
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build
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the
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death
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planes
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You
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that
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build
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all
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the
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bombs
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You
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that
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hide
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behind
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walls
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You
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that
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hide
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behind
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desks
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I
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just
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want
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you
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to
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know
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I
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can
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see
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through
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your
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masks
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Verse 2
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You
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that
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never
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done
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nothing
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but
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build
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to
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destroy
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You
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play
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with
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my
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world
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Like
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it’s
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your
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little
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toy
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You
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put
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a
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gun
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in
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my
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hand
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And
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you
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hide
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from
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my
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eyes
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And
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you
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turn
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and
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run
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farther
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when
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the
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fast
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bullets
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fly
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Verse 3
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Like
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Judas
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of
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old
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You
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lie
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and
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deceive
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A
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world
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war
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can
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be
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won
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You
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want
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me
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to
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believe
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But
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I
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see
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through
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your
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eyes
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And
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I
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see
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through
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your
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brain
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Like
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I
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see
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through
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the
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water
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that
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runs
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down
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my
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drain
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Verse 4
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You
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fasten
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all
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the
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triggers
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for
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the
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others
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to
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fire
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Then
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you
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set
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back
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and
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watch
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While
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the
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death
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count
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gets
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higher
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You
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hide
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in
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your
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mansion
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While
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the
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young
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people’s
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blood
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Flows
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out
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of
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their
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bodies
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and
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is
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buried
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in
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the
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mud
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Verse 5
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You’ve
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thrown
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the
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worst
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fear
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That
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can
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ever
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be
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hurled
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Fear
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to
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bring
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children
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into
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the
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world
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For
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threatening
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my
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baby
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Unborn
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and
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unnamed
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You
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ain’t
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worth
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the
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blood
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that
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runs
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in
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your
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veins
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Verse 6
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How
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much
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do
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I
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know
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to
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talk
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out
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of
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turn?
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You
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might
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say
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that
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I’m
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young
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You
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might
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say
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I’m
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unlearned
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But
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there’s
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one
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thing
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I
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know
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though
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I’m
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younger
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than
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you
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That
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even
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Jesus
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would
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never
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forgive
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what
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you
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do
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Verse 7
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Let
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me
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ask
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you
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one
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question
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Is
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your
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money
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that
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good?
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Will
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it
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buy
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you
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forgiveness?
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Do
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you
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think
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that
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it
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could?
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I
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think
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you
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will
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find
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When
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your
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death
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takes
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its
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toll
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All
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the
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money
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you
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made
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will
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never
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buy
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back
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your
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soul
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Verse 8
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And
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I
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hope
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that
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you
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die
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And
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your
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death
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will
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come
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soon
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I
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will
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follow
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your
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casket
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By
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the
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pale
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afternoon
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And
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I’ll
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watch
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while
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you’re
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lowered
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Down
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to
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your
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deathbed
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And
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I’ll
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stand
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over
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your
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grave
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‘Til
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I’m
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sure
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that
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you’re
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dead
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