Home life, seems you're gettin'
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Mad 'n' nothin's gettin' done
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Old ties, that held you back
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Have got you on the run
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It's do or die, it's time to fly
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Tearin' up all the old news
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Put down the trash we used to take
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Now, we'll leave it for the next
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Fool to go, hope you know, it was almost real
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Don't need no one
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'Cause I got my own
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I don't need nothin' at all
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Nothin's gonna change the world
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No handouts from your kind
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Oh my, it's time we found a way to
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Turn our heads around
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No time, before they put our bodies underground
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All right, okay, we're gonna pay
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Blown-out, my brains are blistered
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No doubt, it's been two-fisted fate
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Now I'm border-linin' straight from this show
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To some hole where we'll lay real low...
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Make my own world
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I'm on my own and I don't need that world at all
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Runnin' from an angry crowd
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No escape from your kind
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Ice age, the wind is chilly
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And the sun is almost gone
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Mad race, is growin' cold and your life's gettin' on
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No time to stop, your number's up
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Make my own world
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I'm on my own and I don't need that world at all
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Runnin' from an angry crowd
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No escape from your kind
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Ice Age
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| Ambrosia |
