It's a cold night
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Listen, sometimes it's senseless sometimes it's a witness
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Them streets and them class rooms can beat you senseless
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Sometimes those paid to enforce the rules don't play by them
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We stay violent
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On a cold day with headphones enjoyong some Cold Play
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Pondering them hapennings let's see what the Lord say
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And cry about slots in heaven next to Trevon, Oscar, and Emmit
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Lord I'm just curious
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I don't know if they in it
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I know how they life ended
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Got me seekin repentance from my desire for vengeance
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While I pound these mikes afor the po po to take another young life
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And can be assured they salvation secure
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Just some warm words for a cold night
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Just some warm words for the cold nights
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Warm words cold night
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Such a cold night
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That's why we write, for the abused, for the accused battered and bruised
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Two by two senators we desire service treat us like citizens
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And we write to encourage exodus
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Like yes we are still slaves
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Like every time you make it rain they giggle
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You put yourself on auction blocks
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And we write to give you warms words for cold nights
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To out write out right ya
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Live outwright righteous
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Right out your front door and right to explore
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The right to explore cause people need more
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And we should just ignore they plans for war
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And bless the amendments despite our pigment
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And never claim ignent intent is intense
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My grandpop on mom's side lived in tents
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An outwright indian a king among men
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We are torn rip chords ya can't afford to ignore it
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Cracks in the shingle before the storm pore in that's why we write
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And I swore [1]... ancestors
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Rep that name Ancient of Days and change that game and
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Impact spit that infact grip that [2]... the truth
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In the midst of the twist and turns and scars and burns
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We ain't the lookin back type buckle up and hold tight
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Oldest roller coaster open eyes both hands up called life
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Can't get enough of it
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Lovin it when cold nights are more like slumber parties on Neptune
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We are not left alone
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Held by faith alone
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That's a no brainer
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[3]... soul a soldier
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Usher in a legion of selfless round throwers on a cold night
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Thanks to Christopher
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Warm Words
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