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Loss of nerve man |
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Ain't no way to make wrongs right |
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Never want to seek confrontation |
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But don't you stand so close to my knife |
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I got a lot of thorny thoughts |
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Gong banging till my arms are shot |
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Poor friendless Raymond |
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I give all I got |
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I won't roll over |
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I won't play dead |
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I won't keep dining on the insides of my head |
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Like an ol' dog |
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With no burden of ignorance |
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Never want to make lame excuses |
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Or keep my nose in the air like a prince |
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Some terrible beauty |
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Like Machiavelli |
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Poor friendless bastard |
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But I've got a skeleton key |
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And I won't roll over |
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I won't sit down |
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I'll keep on following the scent like a driven bloodhound |
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Be the real deal |
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If it hurts at least I can feel |
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An easy target without a weapon |
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Sometimes wound too tight |
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But I'm digging in with all my might |
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And I'll plunge in to life head on |
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Head on Head on |
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Head on Head on |
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Head on |
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I won't roll over |
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I won't play dead |
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I'd rather take it from the hands of some villian instead |
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Be the real deal |
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Every injury is gonna heal |
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So bring on the bite from any python |
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Sometimes wound too tight |
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But I won't go down without a good fight |
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And I'll always plunge into life Head on |