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When I was young |
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Some wise fool told me |
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Live and learn |
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But nothing comes for free |
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So I did what I could |
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When I was able |
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To keep the truth |
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Away from our table |
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Young blood creepin' |
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What you need? |
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Wiseblood shake him down |
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To his knees guaranteed |
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Well I never walked |
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I just learned to fly |
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And your heaven or high |
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Was the way I stayed alive |
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I've seen them devils |
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Pound our bible |
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You saints and sinners |
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Are both my rival |
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Young blood creepin' |
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What you need? |
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Wiseblood shake him down |
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To his knees |
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Aim to please |
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-Solos- |
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Well there's blood on the street |
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But there's nothin to steal from me |
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Cause I walk alone |
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But at least I walk for free |
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I listen to few and I'm fueled by fire |
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Guess now I'm old and now much wiser |
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Young blood creepin' |
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What you need? |
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Wiseblood shake him down |
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To his knees guaranteed |
