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I see faces and traces of home back in New York City- |
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So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard? |
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Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood |
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They call me the trail blazer-Rael-electric razor |
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I'm a pitcher in a chain gang, we don't believe in pain |
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'cos we're only the strong, yes we're only as strong, as the |
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weakest link to the chain |
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Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen |
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I had to get it out of me, i fyou know what I mean, what I mean |
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You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit |
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But I know it's me that hittin' out, and I'm, I'm not full of shit |
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I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong |
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This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong |
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When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline |
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You can tell by the night, fires where Rael has been, has been |
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As I cuddled the porcupine |
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He said I had none to blame, but me |
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Held my heart, deep in hair |
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Time to shave, shave it off, it off |
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No time for romantic escape |
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When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! |
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No time for romantic escape |
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When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! |
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Off we go! |
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You're sitting in your comfor you don't believe I'm real |
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You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel |
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Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash |
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But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash |
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And I've tasted all the strongest meats |
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And laid them down in coloured sheets |
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Who need illusion of love and affection |
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When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? |
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Connection. |
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As I cuddled the porcupine |
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He said I had none to blame, but me |
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Held my heart, deep in hair |
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Time to shave, shave it off, it off |
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No time for romantic excape |
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Whey your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No! |
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...No time |
