I come from a place
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Run by a man named Mr. Page
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Took everything and he wanted more
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Gun and a knife and he used them both
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Smack ya in the head in public
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He kicked ya down and he think nothing of it
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Take your head down, swallow your pride
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If you wanna live to see the night and
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I guess I had my fill
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I ran from the valley to the top of the hill
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And even though I got away
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I couldn¡¯t shake Mr. Page and
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I¡¯ve fulfilled all my desires
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I couldn¡¯t put out the fire
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Thing going in my head
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That I need to put to rest
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So I would take off, fly off
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Get a little bit of step in my walk
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Checked on day given me you callin¡¯
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I¡¯m done fallin¡¯
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I could take off, fly off
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Get a little bit of step in my walk
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Swear the little kids beggin¡¯ for more
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Oh ho, darling
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Pack my bags and run
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To a place I promise I¡¯ve never been
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Call my phone but cowardly steps
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It turned me to a cowardly man and
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Y¡¯all wouldn¡¯t believe what I¡¯ve seen
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Mr. Page, he was broke at the knees
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Somebody so brave and strong
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Just turned weak and worn and
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The fear, it disappeared
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And the hate, it followed it
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Could the place it occupied
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Be replaced by love and light so I would
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Take off, fly off
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Get a little bit of step in my walk
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Checked on day given me you callin¡¯
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I¡¯m done fallin¡¯
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I could take off, fly off
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Get a little bit of step in my walk
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Swear the little kids beggin¡¯ for more
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Oh ho, darling
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Peace River
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Citizen Cope |