Who'd have thought who'd have thought
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You'd get the devil down go his knee
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Holy smoke holy smoke
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Only if you now believe
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Hot times down to the ground
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You're causing a crowd
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The trouble is pride
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And you are pointing it wide
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When it's dark it's dark
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And you will lose your heart
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Pick it up it up
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And go back to the start
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It won't be fair
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It just won't cause there's care
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It's not what you did
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Just the things you hid from
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You launched an attack with my hand on your back
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There's sweat on your chest she said, You're too abstract
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I couldn't tell if it was subtract or plus for us
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What is the fuss now i'm gonna get off the bus
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You gotta leave me, you gotta leave
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When it's tough it's tough
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But who is strong enough
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Don't rush your sons
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Go go go get your guns
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Just hold on back
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And give this thing some slack
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Like I said, I'm gonna get off the bus
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You Got To Leave
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| A Band Of Bees |
