When I start movin, you see a blur.
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Get hooked on me baby, there ain't no cure.
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I've always been able to laugh at fate.
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Two brown eyes filled with hate.
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I'm the man who make
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the street his home.
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And my lean, mean heart
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Is just as hard as stone.
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Oh, I'm my main man.
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Don't want nothing from no one.
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I'm my main man.
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Always ready for what ever's gonna happen.
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Spend my time in a cold jail cell.
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Shootin' up poison, and livin' in hell.
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And I never care what people think,
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My history's written on me in tattoed ink.
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And still life goes on;
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Tracks on my arms.
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And the number thirteen
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Is my good luck charm.
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What happens to me is my own affair.
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If you don't like me, I really don't care.
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'Cause no one's been what I've been through.
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And I don't do what people want me to do.
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I'll fight you till
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The bitter end.
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And then I'll screw
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Your little girlfriend.
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Main Man
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| The Ramones |
