push comes to shove, I'm not used to walking away I keep on looking up, because these times are getting tough Tomorrow's gone and it's the same o' song
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see you people babylon and on and on Graven images, golden idols and false icons I'm seeking wisdom like Solomon But my antenae keeps on picking up
: Brothers and Sisters We're gonna draw the line to forget about the problems abroad But, in the end, we all have problems of our own Gangs, Crack
then you leave me alone So what do I do accept it and carry on? Or release my anger, until it's gone Show you and this world exactly how I feel death
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Brothers and Sisters We're gonna draw the line to forget about the problems abroad But, in the end, we all have problems of our own Gangs, Crack,
goodbyes, then you leave me alone So what do I do accept it and carry on? Or release my anger, until it's gone Show you and this world exactly how I feel death
