None shall find the keys To set their spirits free From the seven gates of Hell The seven gates The seven gates The seven gates... The seven gates of Hell
to tell None shall find the keys To set their spirits free From the seven gates of Hell The seven gates The seven gates The seven gates... The seven gates of Hell
shall find the keys To set their spirits free From the seven gates of Hell The seven gates The seven gates The seven gates... The seven gates of Hell
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the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [Talib Kweli] Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps we stoop to new lows, hell
against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [talib kweli] Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps We stoop to new lows, hell
, the hurt, I couldn't mask it Mixin' down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered I choreograph seven steps to heaven And hell, waiting to exhale and make
heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [Talib Kweli] Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps we stoop to new lows, hell
