| Stop, your not made like that
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| Stop ask yourself where you made like that
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| And when you stop and ask whos the kings of the cats
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| Stop and ask yourself am i made like that
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| To every day theres a new dawn
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| To every king theres a few pawns
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| Every rose theres a sharp thorn
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| Grabbing attention like a loud horn
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| We’re coming for it all you’ve been warned
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| I understand it all now better than before
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| Ive had a little peice and now i want it all
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| And no ain’t a word that you’ll here in this vocabulary
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| Cos i have to be with my sanity
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| Its the men that be
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| All you want to be
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| Get away from me
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| Cos it pays to be
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| Subborn blatently
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| Come inpatenitly
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| You can’t patent me cos im probly writen
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| And your not forgiven
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| This is how im livin
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| Every day and driven
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| And im driving away from you
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| Cos ive got nothing to say to you
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| Cos music is the thing i was made to do
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| Stop, your not made like that
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| Stop ask yourself where you made like that
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| And when you stop and ask whos the kings of the cats
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| Stop and ask yourself am i made like that
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| You saying that we are, but we’re not the same
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| Keep on telling em again and again
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| Keep on telling em again and again
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| Audio criminal
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| Stepping in the frame
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| Im heavy to the metal man
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| Verse 2 chapter 1 |