The sands always fallin and time just keeps slippin away
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We¡¯ve all had misfortunes, we¡¯ve all seen our fair share of pain
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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But you think you can judge me when we all think the same
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There¡¯s gonna be fire if we don¡¯t change our wicked ways
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(Better change our wicked ways)
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We¡¯re filled with desire and tempted by our burnin rage
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(Feel the flames)
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Hate and confusion always seem to get in the way
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But you think you can judge me when we all think the same
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Death is a promise, a curtain that falls on our stage
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(yeah, yeah, yeah, that¡¯s a promise yall)
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Hate and confusion always seem to get in the way
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But there¡¯s nowhere to run, we all feel heartache, we feel pain
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(yeah, yeah)
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So don¡¯t think you can judge me
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We all have our own judgment day
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(yeah, yeah)
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Judgment Day
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| Los Lonely Boys |
