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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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Looking at the devil |
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Grinning at the gun |
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Fingers start shakin |
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I begin to run |
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Bullets start chasin |
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I begin to stop |
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We begin to wrestle |
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I was on top |
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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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Beat on |
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Dance to the music |
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All night long |
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Everyday people |
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Sing a simple song |
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Thank you for the party |
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But I could never stay |
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Many thangs is on my mind |
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Words are in my way |
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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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Flamin' eyes of peoples fear |
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Burnin' into you |
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Many men are missin' much |
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Hatin' what they do |
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Youth and truth are makin' love |
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Dig it for a starter |
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Dyin' young is hard to take |
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Sellin' out is so much, so much harder, now |
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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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I tried, I tried |
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I wanna thank you for let me be myself again |
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I wanna thank, I wanna thank, I wanna thank |
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(If he says anything else that's actual words I have no idea what they are) |