| The standard will not be met with election
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| Our King is not their king
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| I met the man, I saw the face
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| I moved erratic, evasive, evasive
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| We’re the dreaded backdraft of the arsonist King
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| We’re the dreaded backdraft of the arsonist King
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| Long live the King
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| Come, come will you go?
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| Let’s go! |
| Go, go, go
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| Turn back and you’ll never know
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| What it feels to burn like sun spot fire storms
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| Slaves to golden fumes
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| Come, come will you go?
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| Let’s go! |
| Go, go, go
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| Turn back and you’ll never know
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| How it feels to have your voice like a Glock snap, click back
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| Clearing out the room
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| The standard will not be met with a capitalist
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| Our King is not their king
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| I offered up my back
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| To those who beat me and spit in my face
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| I will not hide my face from you
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| I will not hide my face from you
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| I will not be put to shame
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| I will not be put to shame
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| Therefore I will set my face like flint
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| I will not be disgraced
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| I will not be put to shame
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| I will not be put to shame
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| Therefore I will set my face like flint
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| I will not be disgraced
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| I set my face like flint
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| Set my face like flint
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| I set my face
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| He pulled me out of the streets
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| He slammed my veins with kerosene
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| Bulimic fingers found the Ghost
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| And now I can’t stop heaving
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| I have been leaking on the floor
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| You could call it bleeding
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| No time to stitch me up
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| This dead man walks
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| Bury me
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| Death couldn’t hold my King
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| Bury me
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| And it cannot hold me
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| We’re the dreaded backdraft of the arsonist King
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| We’re the dreaded backdraft of the arsonist King
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| Come, come will you go?
|
| Let’s go! |
| Go, go, go
|
| Turn back and you’ll never know
|
| What it feels to burn like sun spot fire storms
|
| Slaves to golden fumes
|
| Come, come will you go?
|
| Let’s go! |
| Go, go, go
|
| Turn back and you’ll never know
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| How it feels to have your voice like a Glock snap, click back
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| Clearing out the room
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| Long live the King |