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I was born without a name |
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A soldier for |
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The streets they say |
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This kid's on a mission |
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Running high on fame of the guillotine |
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No roots to find and no one to miss him |
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My head is like a flame |
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Well we all get strange |
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And we know it |
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But we're cool with it |
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And we all get a little bit older |
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In this day and age |
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But we deal with it |
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Shaking with a fire burning deep inside |
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Still the politicians they never listen |
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Blood money was a sound |
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I didn't care to hear |
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Of which the politicians they only listen |
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My head is like a flame |
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And my eyes were red |
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Well we all get strange |
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And we know it |
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But we're cool with it |
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And we all get a little bit older |
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In this day and age |
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But we deal with it |
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My head was like a flame |
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It was burning up, burning up |
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It was burning up |
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My head was like a flame |
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It was burning up, burning up |
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It was burning up |
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I became a child of the universe |
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Reborn into this galactic prism |
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My head was like a flame |
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Ah, my eyes were red |
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Well we all get strange |
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And we know it |
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But we're cool with it |
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And we all get a little bit older |
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In this day and age |
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But we deal with it |
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My head was like a flame |
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It was burning up, burning up |
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It was burning up |
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My head was like a flame |
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It was burning up, burning up |
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It was burning up |
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My head was like a flame |
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My head was like a flame |
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My head was like a flame |
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My head was like a flame |
