And it, and it begins, he walks outside for a cigarette break
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And thinks «How many cigarettes does it take?»
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He takes a long drag with the sun in his eye
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He squints, he thinks he starts to sigh
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Sometimes he cry
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When he think about his girlfriend on his side
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She held him down, she made him better
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Fucked a thug through fucked up weather
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And she thinkin' about her life
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With no more work, just being a wife
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But instead her love she gave to a man
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Who fought against her lovely plans
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So when she go to work, plus go to school
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Plus fight the love, she must feel like a fool
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She want the ease that come after pain
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She fights for love, that’s her campaign
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We fight, we love
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We fight and love so much
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Sometimes I get confused of who we are
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(Cmon, yeah, yeah, uh uh uh uh, yeah, yeah, yeah cmon)
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Maybe if we just stop and chat a bit
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We’ll find out who we are
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We fight and love so much
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Sometimes I get confused of who we are
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(Cmon, yeah, yeah, uh uh uh uh, yeah, yeah, yeah cmon)
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Maybe if we just stop and chat a bit
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We’ll find out who we are
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(Cmon, yeah, cmon, yeah, cmon)
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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We just keep on fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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We just keep on fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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And it, yeah, and it, and it begins, he’s off the wall
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He left his friends, he ain’t home no more
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He’s in a place that’s far away
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Where he can’t understand what they say
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(Cmon)
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They say «Salaam!», they carry bombs
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In crowded places, and cause alarm
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You’re the infidel who’s uninvited
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But really an American boy who’s slighted
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It ain’t your fault, you want identity
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So you join this big fraternity
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You get to travel the world, it’s cheaper than college
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And you get guns and you get knowledge
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Lookin' for your soul, and WMD’s
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You can’t find nothing, cause it’s empty
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You got your gun, and he’s your friend
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And he’s your man, until the end
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We fight, we love
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We fight and love so much
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Sometimes I get confused of who we are
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(Cmon, yeah, yeah, uh uh uh uh, yeah, yeah, yeah cmon)
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Maybe if we just stop and chat a bit
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We’ll find out who we are
|
We fight and love so much
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Sometimes I get confused of who we are
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(Cmon, yeah, yeah, uh uh uh uh, yeah, yeah, yeah cmon)
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Maybe if we just stop and chat a bit
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We’ll find out who we are
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(Cmon, yeah, cmon, yeah, cmon)
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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We just keep on fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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We just keep on fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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We just keep on fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
|
(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh)
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We just keep on fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit
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Fighting just a little bit, loving just a little bit more
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(Yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh, yeah huh) |