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Do I have the right? |
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To come into your space and mess up your life. |
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Now, walkin' in the race of life. |
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Look'n for my own pace and all my place. |
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Do I have the right? |
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To come into your space and mess up your life. |
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Now, walkin' in the race of life. |
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Look'n for my own pace and all my place. |
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We all got things that hang on our back. |
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It is that make us cool, It is that make us mad. |
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Thing we wish we never had, but they're just the |
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things, make us real. |
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All I have is in my hand. |
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You are standing on my side, listen to my voice. |
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You are bullet in my head. |
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There is nothing I wanna do. |
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Even if it's wrong. |
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Do I have the right? |
|
To come into your space and mess up your life. |
|
Now, walkin' in the race of life. |
|
Look'n for my own pace and all my place. |
|
We all got things that hang on our back. |
|
It is that make us cool, It is that make us mad. |
|
Thing we wish we never had, but they're just the |
|
things, make us real. |
|
All I have is in my hand. |
|
You are standing on my side, listen to my voice. |
|
You are bullet in my head. |
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There is nothing I wanna do. |
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Even if it's wrong. |
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All I have is in my hand. |
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You are standing on my side, listen to my voice. |
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You are bullet in my head. |
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There is nothing I wanna do. |
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Even if it's wrong. |
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All I have is in my hand. |
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You are standing on my side, listen to my voice. |
|
You are bullet in my head. |
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There is nothing I wanna do. |
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Even if it's wrong. |
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All I have is in my hand. |
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You are standing on my side, listen to my voice. |
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You are bullet in my head. |
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There is nothing I wanna do. |
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Even if it's wrong. |
