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Preacher man wanna save my soul
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Don't nobody wanna save my life
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People we done lost control
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Let's make heaven tonite
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Preacher man wanna save my soul
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Don't nobody wanna save my life
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People we done lost control
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Let's make heaven tonite
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Now as I sleep may the oxygen inflate my lungs
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May my arteries and heart oscillate as one
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If police come may I awake escape and run
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In the morning may I have the sake to scrape the funds
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And if I take the plunge
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May it be said that I wasn't afraid to shake my tongue
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Show the state was scum
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Makin' sure that the callin' bell of fate was rung
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Cuz if they could the would
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And probly tried to
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Rape the sun
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Someone said that this is just my body
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Wait for the Afterpary
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Where ain't no shut-off note
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And every wallet there is knotty
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Feet are on the asphalt
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Dick in the dirt
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This system take vickin' to work
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Listen alert
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Check out the introvert
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In the corner with the rip in her skirt
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Stomach pains so she grippin' her shirt
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Ain't never had dinner
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So she know she ain't gettin' dessert
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Don't try to tell me it's her mission to hurt
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I got faith in the people and they power to fight
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We gon make the struggle blossom
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Like a flower to light
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I know that we could take power tonight
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Make 'em cower from might
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And get emergency clearance from the tower for flight
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I ain't sittin in your pews less you helpin' me resist and refuse
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Show me a list of your views
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If you really love me
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Help me tear this muthafucka up
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Consider this my tithe for the offer cup
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[Chorus]
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I used to think about infinity
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And how my memory is finna be
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Invisibly slim in that vicinity
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And though the stars are magnificent
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Whisky and the midnight sky can make you feel insignificant
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The revolution in this tune and verse
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Is a bid for my love to touch the universe
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Strugglin' over wages and funds
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Let the movement get contagious and run
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Through the end when it's gauges and guns
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And if we win in the ages to come
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We'll have a chapter where the history pages are from
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They won't never know our name or face
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But feel our soul in free food they taste
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Feel our passion when they heat they house
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When they got power on the streets
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And the police don't beat 'em about
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Let's make health care centers on every block
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Let's give everybody homes and a garden plot
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Let's give all the schools books
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Ten kids a class
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And give 'em truth for their pencils and pads
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Retail clerk - "love ballads" where you place this song
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Let's make heaven right here
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Just in case they wrong
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[Chorus]
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Heven Tonite
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The Coup |