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Some of us are made to live, |
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Some of us are made to dream, |
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Some of us are made to kill, |
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We're all about to die... |
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There's something, somewhere, |
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A risky place, a kind of hell, |
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Attractive, impressive, |
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Where freedom dwells! |
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Some of us are made to live, |
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Some of us are made to dream, |
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Some of us are made to kill, |
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We're all about to die... |
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I leave behind the quiet sea |
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to join the place where real storms are. |
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I feel the warmth of a new stream |
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Healing the hips of my deepest dream... |
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Tomorrow comes, the march is on... |
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Ocean breeze... Freedom teases me on! |
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There's something, somewhere, |
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A risky place, a kind of hell, |
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Attractive, impressive, |
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Where freedom dwells! |
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Surrending everything, I got to go |
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To somewhere called a new life, version 2.0! |