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Watching like wolves inside of a cage |
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The kids and the old. The sick and the weak |
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Their cameras flash away |
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The age of Matadors has come |
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The blood on the sand. The beast and the man, they know it has to end this way |
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They say, "Hey! Ole, ole!" |
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They slash away. Ole, Ole! |
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Don't mind the gunfire in the night. |
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Just hold me tight and we'll be alright if we can hold the line |
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They're taking over 2 by 2 |
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Death in their eyes. The dim and the wise see it coming |
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They say, "Hey! Ole, ole!" |
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They slash away. Ole, Ole! |
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Watch them spin. The spears go in. Reach up to the sun |
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On bended knees, with a dying wheeze, prepare another one |
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And they say, "Hey! Ole, ole!" |
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They slash away. Ole, Ole! |