In my backpack
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I got my act right
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In case you act quite difficult
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And your result
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Weaken
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With anger and discontent
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Some are seekin
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In search of
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Like Nimoy
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I'm a peace loving decoy
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Ready for retaliation
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I change your whole location to a pine box six-under
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Impulsive don't ask why or wonder
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Orders given to me is
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strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
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from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no drop in pressure
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Seems like everybody's out to test ya
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til they see you break
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You can't conceal the hate
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That consumes you
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I'm the reason why you fill up your Isuzu
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Chill with your old lady at the tilt
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I got a 90 days extension
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And I'm filled with guilt
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From things that I've seen
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Your water's from a bottle
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mine's from a canteen
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At night I hear the shots ring
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So I'm a light sleeper
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The cost of life seems to get cheaper
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out in the desert
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with a street sweeper
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The war is over
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So said the speaker with the flight suit on
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Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
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So he can advance
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I remember when I used to dance
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Man, all I want to do is dance
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All I want to do is dance
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All I want to do is dance
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All I want to do is dance
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All I want to do is dance
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All I want to do is dance
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All I want to do is dance
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Uno Quatro
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| Gorillaz |
