| Blue eyes
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| Black hair
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| Fast
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| And dangerous
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| Blue eyes
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| Black hair
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| Fast
|
| And dangerous
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| Hold your breath, I’m coming in
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| I hear your lungs, they drum and fear
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| Your straw is tied to weeds and springs
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| I feel your heart your blood and veins
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| Shivers
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| You given me the creeps
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| Whispers
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| Say it all
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| He was a male and the men around town
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| Some said a dialectical clown
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| I say whatever he did
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| He definitely was a dialectical kid
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| Living in the street, he was fast
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| Dialectical beat, could it last
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| Night is at day and the day is at night
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| Whenever they got him he was out of sight
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| Left him by I held his hand
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| A hush of dust embraced the land
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| I stole your honor, killed your pride
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| I hate your freedom late at night
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| Thunder
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| Preasure
|
| I hear you
|
| Lush
|
| He was a male and the men around town
|
| Some said a dialectical clown
|
| I say whatever he did
|
| He definitely was a dialectical kid
|
| Living in the street, he was fast
|
| Dialectical beat, could he last
|
| Night is at day and the day is at night
|
| Whenever they got him he was out of sight
|
| Blue eyes
|
| Black hair
|
| Fast
|
| And dangerous
|
| Blue eyes
|
| Black hair
|
| Fast
|
| And dangerous |