| When this well runs dry
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| I guess you’ll find another well
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| When I say goodbye
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| There’ll be another breeze to sail
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| When my boat goes down
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| I guess you’ll learn how to swim
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| If I don’t come home
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| Just know you’ve been a good friend
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| Don’t forget me
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| I love you so
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| Don’t forget me
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| I’ve never let you go
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| Don’t forget me
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| Love is the story I wrote
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| Don’t forget me
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| Don’t forget me
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| If God is my angel, the fucking devil’s the pistol
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| Better put your face behind safety glass when I load up this missile
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| Whistling past this infinite path, I limp when I drag
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| My footprints like a giant, look at this mountain
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| Bounce on my boots and then climb it
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| Mount up my troupes and defiantly
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| Go against what they trying, teach 'em to shoot when I’m rhyming
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| Be living proof of my word, meaning I’m Bible designing
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| Jesus I’m rival, decapitating put the bait on my line and
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| Throw the hook to the open water, fish till I catch that motherfucker
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| Looking for Megalodon, Goliath, Leviathan, I have been dying to find him and
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| tie him to my boat and chop him up and dine with him on a plate with a steak
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| and a coke
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| Rely on patience and hope, speak to a nation, it shows
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| Reach through these speakers and grab you, turn the bass up and then choke
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| And I earned my place on this road, ain’t nobody moving me, no way
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| No, how, OK, go, pow
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| When I was born they said «exorcise"and the hospital set on fire
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| The preacher got goosebumps when he saw me and said «Messiah»
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| Here from the heavens, I have arose from the ashes of hell
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| Brought here to be poor white trash and excel
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| Stuck in the woods of 'Bama, wood like math on the shelf
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| A scientist under development with nines and twelves and threes
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| And things like pyramids and fuck it you’ll see
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| How I made a pot of gold from a bucket of beans
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| How I made it back to dry land, stuck in the sea
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| From crippled ships to triple dip Z’s 71's
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| Yeah it’s already begun and I ain’t even had a hit but I’m fuckin' ready for one
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| I got my weight up like I’m carrying fat people
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| I planned it, I landed
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| Touch down, that Seagull
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| But above all the guts glory it’s more than just blood for me
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| My heart is half open for the ones that never gave a fuck for me
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| My love story
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me (yeah, yeah)
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| Don’t forget me, don’t forget me
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| Don’t forget me, don’t forget me |