.[Verse 1]
You were cracking all your fingers
With your eyes fixed to the floor>
Sound did echo down the street
By the morn you meant your heat
Pilot screaming through a megaphone
"Get your hands off the Middle East"
Every word would hurt the hurt the Senegal
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