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Lyrics:
Cut me up, primitive I'll die like a slave Riding on the wings Of that Jesus snake
Ten thousand souls in your right hand Never lost ground to no cold blooded man
Ten thousand souls in your right hand Juggernaut child in a fragile land
Everything I see is just a part of it Every word I breathe is just a part of it I saw her drink from that cup of light That's how I know she still exists
Cut me up, primitive I'll die like a slave Riding on the wings Of that Jesus snake
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