| Walking urban streets and we got ourselves a gun
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| Not thinking about our lives and the shape, shape, shape
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| Shapes of things to come
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| Ducking down the alley ways of fear
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| A hungry cat calls and he know, know, knows
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| Knows the end is near
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| Now we can’t take it no more
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| We’ll smash down society’s walls
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| You better start runnin' or kiss your ass goodbye
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| Too fast to live, we’re too young to die
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| Listen little darlin' I said you’ll never understand
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| Our times runnin' out, out, out, out
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| Out in this jungle land
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| Clock strikes twelve and the wind begins to moan
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| Shivers down our spines and there’s no, no, no
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| No returning home
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| Now we can’t take it no more
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| We’re gonna rip down society’s walls
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| You better start runnin' or kiss your ass goodbye
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| Too fast to live, we’re too young to die
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| We can’t take it no, no, no, no more
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| We’ll kick down the fuckin' walls
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| You better start runnin' or kiss your sorry ass goodbye
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| Too fast to live, we’re too young to die
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| You better start runnin' or kiss your ass goodbye
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| Bad boys are comin', it’s too late to cry
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| Too fast to live… |