[Chorus]
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This world, my heart, my soul.
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Things that I don't know.
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The icicles they grow.
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They never let me go.
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Scars are left as proof.
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But tears they soak on through.
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Things I've done.
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My young.
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My unforgivable youth.
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[Verse 1]
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We land on the horizon. The passion in their eyes then.
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What they think of islands and much more in their size.
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Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide them.
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Supplies slim. Morale when so heavily inside them.
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Now steadily declining.
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Return is not an option as necessity denies them.
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With this they choose to dive in.
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Now along the shore and so aware of their arriving.
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Other children of this land prepare to share in their surviving.
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A pigeontry of feathers stands his majesty with treasure.
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Now the material things that kings that could never last forever.
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But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in harmony together.
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Unbenounced to him his head would be the first that they would sever.
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And stuck up on a pike up along the beach.
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Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their beliefs.
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And so began it here. And for 500 years.
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Torture, Terror, Fear til they nearly disappear.
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[Chorus]
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This world, my heart, my soul.
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Things that I don't know.
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The icicles they grow.
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They never let me go.
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Scars are left as proof.
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But tears they soak on through.
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Things I've done.
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My young.
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My unforgivable youth.
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[Verse 2]
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Ways and means from mistreated human beings.
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A slave labor force provides wealth to the machine.
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And helps the new regime establish and expand.
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Using manifest destiny to siphon off the land.
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From native caretakers who can barely understand.
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"How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish."
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But the lesson when the heated, for the sake of what's not needed.
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You kill but do not eat it.
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The excessive and elitists don't repair it when they leave it.
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The forests's were cleared, the factories were built.
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And your mistakes will be repeated by your future generation doomed to pay for your mistreatments.
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Foolishness and flaws, greed and needs and disagreement.
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And you rushed to have the most, from the day you left your boats.
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You'll starve but never die. In a world of hungry ghosts.
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[Chorus]
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This world, my heart, my soul.
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Things that I don't know.
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The icicles they grow.
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They never let me go.
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Scars are left as proof.
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But tears they soak on through.
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Things I've done.
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My young.
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My unforgivable youth.
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[Verse 3]
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As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the east.
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Appeared 100 meters wide and 100 meters deep.
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They discover ancient cars on even older streets.
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And a city well preserved and most likely at it's peak.
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A culture so advanced, and by condition of the teeth.
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They can tell that they was civil, not barbaric in the least.
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A society at peace. With liberty and justice for all.
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Neatly carved in what seems to be a wall.
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They would doubt that there was any starvation at all.
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That they pretty much had the poverty problem all solved.
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From the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for trade.
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Everything's so organized. They had to be well behaved.
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Assumed they had clean energy, but took to no enemies.
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Very honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies.
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Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out.
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And this must be the temple.
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This White. House
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[Chorus]
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This world, my heart, my soul.
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Things that I don't know.
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The icicles they grow.
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They never let me go.
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Scars are left as proof.
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But tears they soak on through.
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Things I've done.
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My young.
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My unforgivable youth.
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Unforgivable Youth
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Lupe Fiasco |