The whole
"only lights is those from a Beamer/It’s nice to pray in front of Christ the Redeemer/If your God is bigger than my God up there/My God bigger than your God down here/Whom shall I fear? It’s foretold by Calogero, most Bronx tales don’t end well Especially when your own country treats you like an infidel There's odds against it ends well Don’t box me into the corner, I Float like a butterfly, sting like Muhammad A"
is nasty.
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