Ain’t been a lot of places.  Ain’t seen a lot faces, but you see

Still can’t make ’em out.  Even in a faded crowd, you see

Prayin’ when the feelings fall.  Everybody sees the wall, you know

Run away from the voices, see. Run away to the choices, yea, you see

Runnin’ cause you feel the haze. Heat on you like summer days, you know

But just gettin’ started now. Ain’t here to fuck around

Lest you believe don’t make a sound. Just place your doubts down on the ground

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