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We are only young
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but we style our future with a cattle gun
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We are idle rich
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so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
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Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre
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we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire
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and we'll move like Nuryev at night
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
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Coast to coast
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We are only young
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but we style our future in the shadow of guns
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We are not idle rich
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so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
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cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip,
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cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
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we'll be moving like Nuryev at night
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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shines the light of fine enlightened minds
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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blades engraved with babies' names
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while pylons hide the suicide
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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shines the light of fine enlightened minds
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
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Coast to coast
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Side to side
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blades engraved with babies' names
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Whipshade
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