Invite them the fly is you cut their wings
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tell them the run as you tie their fees
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where they will go?
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ask them to sing what they can't get speak
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show them out of so whether never reach
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where they will go?
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We, we hold a gun
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Mhmm
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Here comes the tune once again
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another great chief with another strong hand, fences and warms
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how can you say when you cannot stand
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and will be needing more from the less in your hands, fences and warms
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We, we hold a gun
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We, we hold it up
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Fill up the rooms where there are no seas
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it's like them the reach in the dream
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ask em the sea as you shut up the light
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expecting what a colour when it's black and white
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is the protection within never beens
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and all the glory that reach and suspends
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how still we come and the dance and the sin
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and hold as the rooms where the silence stings
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and all we raise and ..up just to hold up their hands
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and enter them two on world
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and they won't, they won't understand
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We, we hold a gun
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We Hold a Gun
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