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Tough Lover Texte
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Call for the priest; i'm dying.
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Well, the pressure's too much, you know i peaked last night
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I gotta get some a quick release
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City is standing on my shoulders
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My body's going piece by piece
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Yeah!
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Yes i know what i want, and i know where to get it
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And i'm going there right away.
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This is one priest that i don't have to fall on
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Down to my knees and pray!
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No!
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When your back's to the wall come along one and all
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We shall fight all the slander that's penned
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It's us we shall choose let the bigoted lose
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For our triumph's the means to their end
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With you by my side i shall ride every storm
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Let the cynics drop dead in their critical head
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They're wrist merchants as we all can see
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Bunch of deaf ears with their columnized fears
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Such a shame, what a shame, oh dear me!
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Yeah!
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Solo (glenn/both)
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When your back's to the wall, come along one and all
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We shall fight all the slander that's penned
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It's us we shall choose let the bigoted lose
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For our triumph's the means to their end
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Yes i know what i want, and i know where to get it
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And i'm going there right away
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This is one priest that i don't have to fall on
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Down to my knees and pray!
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| Yeah! |
