Woke last night in the middle of a combat zone
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Helicopters hovering over my home
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My baby boy is sleeping in the other room
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And ooh my soul
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Born into the bullshit baby, you and me
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But it don't have to be our legacy
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There must be someplace better we can raise a family
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Oh ooh my soul
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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Baby I'm gone
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Baby I'm gone
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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Baby I'm gone gone
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Baby I'm gone
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And the man is dropping hooks into the crowd
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He aims to sell you heaven in a can
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And the ghost who named Los Angeles is laughing out loud
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What came from desert will soon return to sand
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Baby I'm gone
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Baby I'm gone
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A world gets weary and times get tough
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The rich get richer and the rest get fffffffffffff
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You know I ain't no hippie but I'm sure I've had enough
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Oh ooh ooh my soul
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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Baby I'm gone gone
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Baby I'm gone
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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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Baby I'm gone gone gone
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Baby I'm gone gone gone
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Baby I'm gone daddy gone
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I'm a gone gone gone
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Oh gone daddy gone I'm gone
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Gone Daddy
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Gary Jules |