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Lightning cross the way, no |
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I can't rest, been up for weeks |
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The words they come in close |
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They gotta a nerve that never sleeps, for me |
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I say, I wait in rooms of gold |
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And crawl down to my knees |
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A liar, a thief and a coward a crime |
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I laugh my head clean off at the sight |
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Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da |
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Pull em in close, drop into the fight |
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Light that shit up like the Fourth of July |
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Lonely, cat-like master |
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Drive me. Take me faster |
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Eye-that, side back-alley |
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Add to the score |
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Join in the war rally |
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I can't recite the names |
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Or events that come to me |
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The blur of times and dates |
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That a drink or two, or three, will leave |
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I walk these streets of gold |
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And the smell grows on my feet |
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I cross and slide through a land of mines |
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I await the gag and my skin to bleed |
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Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da |
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Pull em in close, drop into the fight |
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Light that shit up like the Fourth of July |
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Lonely, cat-like master |
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Drive me. Take me faster |
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Eye-that, side back-alley |
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Add to the score |
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Join in the war rally |
