Riding to the go, makes him hold on tight
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Ready to explode, chasing the Rolex time
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He shoots - he scores when everything in your eyes
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Carress is scratching back at you ask yourself
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Why you did not take this chance
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To break away from the chains which hold you..down
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Scratch this constant fever
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Wweat it out in spite smash the lasting moment
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Trying to find some inspiration
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He shoots - he scores...
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...again you're playing reactions off one another
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Such a perfect plan
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Scorch the soul for immediate benefit, bet you
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In time - in time you will eat your words
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His wavings arms steal our attention
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Begging his brother to share some blood
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Take my arms...take my legs
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...I'll always have rock 'n' roll (share some blood)
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Kid, you could go far you have a talent for survival
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Stab, smight, slay, just to look alive
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You're wielding knives and axes
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Through the air (beyond the bone)
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Don't stop telling yourself, you know how to relax
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You look to me as though you're falling apart at the seems
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You look to me as though you're
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struggling more with each scene
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I prey too hard to heart
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Animated Antics
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| Hondo Maclean |
