| Some people like to make all the rules
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| And tell others what to do
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| They make it their way so they always win
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| And the others always lose
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| Street gangs and madmen
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| How they wage their private wars
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| In bankers clothes their hearts are froze and
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| Their wives hold hands with whores
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| I’ll sit and spin for a little while
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| If it’s the end of days
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| I’m goin' out in style
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| Too much, too young, too fast
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| I’m gonna drink it up while it lasts
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| Too much, too young, too fast
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| I’m gonna tear it up so fill my glass
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| Thieves in the night rob you blind
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| With surgical precision
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| You can’t evade the eye in the sky
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| He got facial recognition
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| Paranoia on every street
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| It’s hard to stay alive
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| Never know when you’ll feel the heat
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| Before it takes your life
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| I’ll sit and spin for a little while
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| If it’s the end of days
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| I’m goin' out in style
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| Too much, too young, too fast
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| I’m gonna drink it up while it lasts
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| Too much, too young, too fast
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| I’m gonna tear it up so fill my glass
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| Too much, too young, too fast
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| I’m gonna drink it up while it lasts
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| Too much, too young, too fast
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| I’m gonna tear it up so fill my glass
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| Too much I’m gonna drink it up
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| Too fast yeah while it lasts |