Molded out of brimstone, learn to take a lashing on the coals
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Hot metal pressing on the skin of my goals
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I've been walking the plank of it, blindfolded, and know what it's like when the knife's out of the holster
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Truth - that's the only reason I'm still alive
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Crow's nest, throwing hope into broken sky, no time left to put it on the line
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So if anybody asks just tell them I died trying
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The gapped-tooth rapper is back, with a bag full of
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"I-don't-give-a-fuck" for that ass, Rhymesayers, put the logo on the back
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If ever you were looking now you knew where I'm at
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Name's Benjamin, same as I've ever been
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Slipping on a glass full of ice-cold Templeton
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Cloud city, on the brim, running with my back against the wind
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Rain Damage, found me in the midnight
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Walking in the downpour, with that look in my eyes
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Filed to a point, allergic to the cousin of death
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Up writing with the kick drum stuck in my chest
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I've been about it, you can smell it on my breath
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There's a fire that's inside of me ready to be set, drive
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That's the reason for the fight in me, clock tower
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10 Zero 4 lightning, must be something in the blood and the bones
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That got me running out risking it all when you won't
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The love song rapper is back, with a bus full of mail-riddled baseball bats, B
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Lewis put a beatin' on the track, let a 'Sayer got H.A.M. like a bit of babe's ass
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Name's Benjamin, same as I've ever been
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Coming to your town with some dirty rotten gentlemen
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Cloud city, rainwater 'till the grave
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Sailing with my back against the wave
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Rain Damage, Found me in the midnight
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Walking in the downpour, with that look in my eyes
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Rain Damage, Found me in the midnight
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Walking in the downpour, with that look in my eyes
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Rain Damage
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