| (Our Father, who art in heaven
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| Hallowed be thy Name
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| Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
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| On Earth as it is in heaven
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| Give us this day our daily bread
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| And forgive us our trespasses
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| As we forgive those who trespass against us
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| And lead us not into temptation
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| But deliver us from evil
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| For thine is the kingdom
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| And the power, and the glory
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| For ever and ever. |
| Amen)
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| Ain’t no cage that can hold us
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| Ain’t no hate that can fold us
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| Put on the chains and we’ll break 'em
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| They wanna battle we’ll take 'em
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| Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| They can’t keep us on a leash
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| The kings of our little towns
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| If there’s a rebel around
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| You know it’s gonna be one of us
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| We’re right at home in the wild
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| Can’t help, but that’s our style
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| Born and bred to be dangerous
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| We will roll
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| On a Saturday night get that look in our eyes
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| And we’re striking like lightning
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| Some may say we’re too loud, some may say we’re too proud
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| Well there’s lambs and there’s lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| Our heads are down with our eyes up
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| Just like the sun, yeah, we’ll rise up
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| Better think twice before you size up
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| You’ll second thought, yeah, you’ll wise up
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| The kings of our little towns
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| If there’s a rebel around
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| You know it’s gonna be one of us
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| We’re right at home in the wild
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| Can’t help, but that’s our style
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| Born and bred to be dangerous
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| We will roll
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| On a Saturday night get that look in our eyes
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| And we’re striking like lightning
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| Some may say we’re too loud, some may say we’re too proud
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| Well there’s lambs and there’s lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
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| They can’t keep us on a leash
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| Which one are you gonna be?
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| The kings of our little towns
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| If there’s a rebel around
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| You know it’s gonna be one of us
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| We’re right at home in the wild
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| Can’t help, but that’s our style
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| Born and bred to be dangerous
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| We will roll
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| On a Saturday night get that look in our eyes
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| And we’re striking like lightning
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| Some may say we’re too loud, some may say we’re too proud
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| Well there’s lambs and there’s lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions
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| We are lions, we are lions |