| I crawl out from the mud
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| The clay of my body comes to life
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| Perfect design
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| Of body and mind
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| Memory sharp
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| My brain is a shark
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| I was created for a purpose
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| To rule the world and conquer the weak
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| Bow to me, chain the free, fist of steel
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| Rise Apollo rule the world
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| Feel the Sun of God heat the world
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| Hear the Son of Man fill the world
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| Now the struggle’s behind
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| No tangents collide
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| No limits can be achieved
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| True, the future is bright when you are twenty-one
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| Th arrogance of youth
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| Is something to behold
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| Enrgy unbound
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| No wisdom to be found
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| The mind is razor sharp
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| Still looking for some heart
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| Egos that collide
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| This labyrinth of thine
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| When you’re 21
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| You’re only 21
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| The mistakes you have to make
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| Rites of passage you must take
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| Someday you will make the grade
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| When you’re only 21 the world
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| Is just an oyster to be cracked
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| Devoured still alive
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| Your fangs are open wide
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| Till you’re so sick you’ll die
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| So grab life and squeeze it hard
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| Till it squirms in your hand
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| Twenty-one! |