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EI was talking to a homeless drunk about religion A He saiEd It's all I got but it ain't much A Cause the way I fEeel these days A I'd rEather have a gun than a crutch A
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Well that makes sense to meA A B C D It makes senseE to me I must confess A That makes sense toA me A B C D It makes sense Eto me I must confess A
EListen to a little girl she was a rAunaway She said MEy daddy treated me like a slave A ESoiled me in my momma bed when I was just A1 That's Ewhy I had to lay him in his grave A
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ETalking to a black man from Atlanta A He said EThe time has come to take what's mine A And if I Ebust a few heads to achieve justice A My rEighteous cause will well explain the crime A