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Noticing all these changes, |
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widening our fucking ranges, |
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Writing down all these pages, |
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Usually filled with rage when I jump onto the stages. |
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I've been demolishing your bullshit for ages, |
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This time I'm breaking it, our friendship, your smile. |
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See you in the city while you are faking it. |
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From Hertz Island we expanded, |
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Never delivered or landed, |
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More than the label demanded. |
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Competition telling us to follow those guidelines, and to stay right handed |
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But music comes from the heart, lyrics from my head to my hand, and I 'm left handed. |
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My friend, watch out for the traitors. |
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I see them but I try to close my eyes for the haters. |
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My friend, watch out for the traitors. |
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Closing my eyes for the haters. |
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My name is Alexander, |
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The Raised Fist commander, |
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The unsinkable ship never stranded. |
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Not trendy, not even branded, |
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16 years and never disbanded, |
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From Hertz Island we expanded. |
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And I try to keep myself sober, |
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Until the tour is over, |
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Think Ive grown a bit older. |
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I'm burning inside, but my outside is much colder, |
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Competition telling us to follow guidelines, to stay right handed. |
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Music from the heart, lyrics from the head to my hand, and I'm left handed. |
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My friend watch out for the traitors. |
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I see them but I try to close my eyes for the haters. |
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My friend watch out for the traitors. |
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I see them but I try to close my eyes for the haters. |
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Closing my mind, Full of haters |
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Closing my mind, Full of haters |
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My friend watch out for the traitors. |
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I see them but I try to close my eyes for the haters. |
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My friend watch out for the traitors. |
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Closing my eyes for the haters. |
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My friend watch out for the traitors. |
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I see them, closing my eyes for the haters. |
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My friend watch out for the traitors. |
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I see them, closing my eyes for the haters. |
