| Come in, you’re running, you’re fighting
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| You’re bleeding, you’re playing like a crack
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| But you stay in the tracks
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| Living you’re hating, you’re trying
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| You’re loving, you’re fighting to the core
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| And you’re breaking all the doors
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| Come on, you’re rising, you’re trying
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| You’re growing, you die
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| Born to die
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| Come in this game with the hardcore
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| The most hostile
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| Born to die
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| Come on & play, come on & play
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| You have no choice because if you lose
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| You will pay
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| I want to try, I want to try
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| I make a higher bid if I lose I die
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| I kick the ball right through the stars
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| I get the points to hide my scars
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| I want to destroy all this place
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| But multiball fall down on my face
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| After all I’m still alive
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| And I continue the strife
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| Here comes the end level monster
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| I want to win & kill this motherf**ker
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| I’m the game society dog
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| Guardian of the keys of all doors
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| Laws in my mind fascist god
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| I want to kill you motherf**ker
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| Burning you fire takatapaw fire
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| Burning you motherf**ker fire
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| Takatapaw
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| Rebel people is rebel people is
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| Rebel people is born to die ! |