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Drunk again, my baby |
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Well, the water ain't my brand |
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That goddamn demon booze |
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Forever hunting |
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Sitting on my shoulder |
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Talking to my inner self |
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Well, let's forever feed that rebel monster |
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Well, here we go again, no rules are set |
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And let us stay on the running train |
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Forever pumping, no ink on papers |
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To show the motherfuckers who I am |
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Let's forever be that rebel monster |
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Forever let the train be running |
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Without breaks |
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To a place like nothing else |
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A feeling out of tears |
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They came from everywhere |
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To see the running train |
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Wishing they were part of it |
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Duka, duka, duka, bunga, bunga |
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Just hold on |
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Because the train went up in the air |
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And crashed to the ground |
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Boiled in blood, my baby |
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With a broken leg and arm |
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Let's forever bleed that rebel monster |
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They came across the land |
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To get the lying train back on track |
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And worked for days |
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The sun were burning them |
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Someone stayed and someone left |
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But now it runs again to a place |
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Like nothing else |
