| It’s not my fault that you lost your way;
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| Your insanity will prevail
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| It’s not my fault that you lost your way…
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| Nous étions tous en voyage quand un brouillard s’approche
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| C’est la forêt des regrets amers, des doutes sans rémission
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| I’m living life in this forest
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| The shadows and stains;
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| And the government
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| They take the gains
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| But we’re left with the reigns
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| In the name of our God and our dead generations
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| The poets have been called for creation
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| We were born free to the world
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| As we were born we will depart;
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| I refuse upon the mic to be refused my spark
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| See the fire seventh sign is near
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| So hear this calling
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| Once the man, come twice the child
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| 'Cause the fear of the man turned us all fucking wild
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| I’m born again to see the end
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| 'Cause all I really truly got is this block and my friends
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| But where am I gonna be when there’s nothing left to spend?
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| And I remember what the dread said;
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| And I remember what the dread said:
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| It’s not my fault that you lost your way;
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| Your insanity will prevail
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| It’s not my fault that you lost your way…
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| So, all you freak punks and all you cool Ginos
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| Pump up your Jeeps and and brass down your Chinos
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| We hit you with the Bran Van style:
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| Roquefort, blue cheese, Kraft floor, cheese tile
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| Yeah, we hitting you strong
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| We be the lawd awful song you can’t shake from your gong
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| With a BV3 g riff to a drunk drum
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| C’mon man, spill some outcome
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| When I was lost, I saw the forest was dark;
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| You lose the fire and the flame with the loss of the spark
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| I let my body house demons
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| That fed on my mind
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| I was looking for myself
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| To myself I was blind
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| Because my senses confused, with what was once so real;
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| I could not hear taste touch or fear
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| But slowly I try at each and every cost
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| To rebuild these strengths that i’ve lost
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| It’s not my fault that you lost your way;
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| Your insanity will prevail
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| It’s not my fault that you lost your way…
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| So test drive to the forest, to the jungle
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| To the place outside yourself
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| I’m speaking strictly of the self
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| You know as I jump, slip step deep and wide
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| And watch all the animals
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| The mammals, lions, fishes, and the camels
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| And you know what they’re gonna do:
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| They’ll set you up
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| They’ll knock you down
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| They’ll kick your ass all over your hometown
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| And they’re gonna ask you something
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| That you’ve got to learn to do
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| It’s something that’s so good for you:
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| You know you roar…
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| You roar…
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| You roar!
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| Jump
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| Your insanity will prevail |