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Little prick, you're crossing every line |
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The winds of change and the sands of time7 & 3 is the striker's name |
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Washing his hands as he walks away |
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Come on, come on |
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The sky has arrived |
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Wings are clipped |
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But we still might fly away |
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Come on, come on |
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The sky has arrived |
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Wings are clipped |
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But we still might fly away |
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Curse my master and his slaves |
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And his soldiers too |
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Curse those fuckers, in their castle |
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They're all bastards too |
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Keep me stable, |
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I may be fine |
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I don't want to fuck it up this time |
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She loves me tender, she loves me strong |
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We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song |
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Come on, come on |
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The sky has arrived |
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Wings are clipped |
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But we still might fly away |
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Come on, come on |
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The sky has arrived |
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Wings are clipped |
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But we still might fly away |
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Curse my master and his slaves |
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And his soldiers too |
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Curse those fuckers, in their castle |
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They're all bastards too |
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Riding in the night like a thief, although |
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Not too skinny and not too bold7 & 3 is the striker's name |
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Washing his hands as he walks away |
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She loves me tender and she loves me strong |
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We're starcross'd lovers and we sing this song |
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Here goes |
