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Sing my song |
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Sing my song |
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'cause I am wrong |
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So sing my song |
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It echoes hard to pinch a part of freedom - |
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If you want it - get it - tonight! |
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Sing my dear |
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Sing my dear |
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Cos I am here so please sing my dear |
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I'm bitter-sweet |
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Don't wanna keep my mouth shut |
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It's lonely here, but it's mine my dear - |
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Thanks a lot! |
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Sing my song |
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Sing my song |
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If I am wrong |
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Freakin' sing my song |
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And tell me does it hurt |
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To speak the word that makes you fly? |
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If you can't take much |
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Your soul won't weight much when you die! |
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The prize is hot, |
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So please be not |
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That common thing that's shimmering |
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Among the dead! |
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Sure they give you shit, |
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But go for it |
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It makes them bleed |
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If you stay on your feet |
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And raise your head! |
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Sing my song |
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Sing my song |
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If I am wrong |
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Freakin' sing my song! |
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And tell me does it hurt |
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To speak the word that makes you strong? |
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If you don't want it, don't dare to sing my song! |
