(feat. Matthew Santos)
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Tonight, tonight, tonight
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The stars are aligned, and the plan is colliding
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The plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling
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The fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us
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Their perils are goners, no children to mourn us
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It's driving me crazy, this war is my lady
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The bombs are our babies, and God is amazing
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The tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer, the pimp and the riser
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Your cross, there you'll find her
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Hey, hey
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[Chorus: Matthew]
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
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Streets
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Are
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On
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Fire
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To-
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Night
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
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Streets
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Are
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On
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Fire
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To-
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Night
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[Verse 1: Lupe]
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Disease the virus is spreading in all directions
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No safe zone no cure and no protection
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No symptoms to find the signs of an infection
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No vaccines remedies and no corrections
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Quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections
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Don't let em in not a friend not a reflection
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Everybody's got it and wants you to have it next and
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Don't accept em if you wanna stay as an exception
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No pill
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Can heal
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The ill of this
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Sickness some are still in doubt of it's existence
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Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
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Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance
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The poor say the rich have the cure
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The rich say the poor are the source
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Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
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Invented by the press
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Just to have something to report
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Some say the first case came from a maternity ward
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Some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors
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Whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores
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And everybody is sure
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The scientists said it only infects the mind
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The little boy said it only infects the girls
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The Preacher man said it's gonna kill off the soul
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A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world
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[Chorus: Matthew]
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
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Streets
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Are
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On
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Fire
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To-
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Night
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
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Streets
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Are
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On
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Fire
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To-
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Night
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[Verse 2: Lupe]
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Believe so say the neon signs
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By the loud speakers repeating
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That everything is fine
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A subtle silence
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To demolish the troubled conscious
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Of a compass with no knowledge
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And every freedom denied
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Every dream is designed and broadcasted
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From the mass to the masses
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From the antennas on top of the shrines
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Find the reciever planted during the panic and surely
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It reports back everything in your mind
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Everything is lying
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Everything is dying
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Everything is a rule
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And everything is a crime
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Everything was healed
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And everything rewinds
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And new weather burn a feathers off everything's line
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[Matthew]
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And she likes it
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And she loves it
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[Lupe]
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The sadness
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The madness
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The bad shit
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The lavish
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The fastness
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To clashes the ashes
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To ashes everything intertwined
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My femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel
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Once caught her changing her batteries in her halo
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Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for
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And the address to the factory where they made those
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The scientist says shes all inside your mind
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The little boy said "What happened to all the girls?"
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The preacher man says she gonna kill off the souls
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The dope boy said it's the whole wide world
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[Chorus: Matthew]
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
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Streets
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Are
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On
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Fire
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To-
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Night
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Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
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Streets
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Are
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On
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Fire
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To-
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Night
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Streets On Fire
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| Lupe Fiasco |
