Say Judas came up to D.C.
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He'd been down in Georgia for a while
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He drove a 944
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He bought with the soul
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Of a blonde-headed kid
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With a left-handed guitar
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Now he's lookin' for me
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Citizen C-O-P-E
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Sign the dotted line please
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For the fake 50's
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Now Judas answer me
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"Since I was the age to speak
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Haven't you been listening?"
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Salvation
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[chorus:]
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Salvation
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Salvation
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Salvation
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I'm calling
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Salvation
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Well he came to town
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Found the woman that I love
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And he fucked her down
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She told him where I live
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Off of 9th in the alleyway
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Where they say
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They got the coke and the dope
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Until you end up broken
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"You should have let the smack get you" he said
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"But now you've got to deal with me instead
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I'm downstairs on the Motorola
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You know I've got 3 golden bullets
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And I'm shooting for your soul"
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Salvation
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[chorus]
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Well I came down with my Martin blazin'
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My voice
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It was cutting him up
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Now he's aiming
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His first shot grazed my eye
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I lost half of my sight
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And my firstborn's life
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The second shot grazed off my guitar moon
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And it made my guitar kinda play out of tune
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But I just kept playing
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Like I had nothing to lose
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He turned the third on himself
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'Cause the bastard knew
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Salvation I'm calling
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Salvation
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[chorus]
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Put the gun down
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Put the gun down
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Put the gun down
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Put the gun down
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[repeat]
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Salvation
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Citizen Cope |