| This Saturday starts with me on the ground
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| The pattern of heartbeats beating
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| No, I’ve never caught myself on the ground
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| Whatever it means to be there
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| We’re like the hard born, we’re like the hard born
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| We’re like the hard born, we’re like the hard born
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| I’m madly in love with these motions I’ve been
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| The quality beats my breathing
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| Now contemplate wives fly from under me
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| It wouldn’t be much to dream at
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| We’re like the hard born, we’re like the hard born
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| We’re like the hard born, we’re like the hard born
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| Unfaithful now, let me prove its sound, I am around
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| Unhealthy bow, like no other time, I won’t get time
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| Unfaithful now, let me prove its sound, I am around
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| Unhealthy bow, like no other time, I won’t get time
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| We’re like the hard born, we’re like the hard born
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| We’re like the hard born, we’re like the hard born |