| Ten thousand horses, Sable Island, endless summer
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| Oh my god I’m hot to steal, beside myself and friendless number
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| I ain’t got no culture, nothing, dirty words, but that don’t count
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| Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition, good amount
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| There’s work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprints
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| Calling papa ignorance
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| And I don’t wanna go, sick and tired
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
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| It’s an egg and spoon race, slow and steady
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| Desert highway, a bientot
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| Still I’m stuck, I cant afford it Picture postcard, small momento
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| Echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace
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| Frozen nowhere, just a kid, I had a friend named deadly earnest
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| Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm
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| Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there’s no cause for alarm
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| Diamond rings and little babies
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| Startlements and miracles
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| I remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical
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| I’m talking Amelia Earhart, Neko Case and Frida Kahlo
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| All alone, the way it should be, I don’t even need a shadow
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| Seeds of wisdom, found no purchase
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| We don’t even have a chance
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| Birthday party, armageddon, long stemmed roses, avalanche
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| Broken fingers, going nowhere fast and screeching to a halt
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| All that work for nothin', uh oh, whipping boy it’s all my fault
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech
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| I don’t wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I’m running
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| Catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time coming
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| I don’t know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children
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| Read your fortunes, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims
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| No more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed
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| I eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulderblades
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| See I’m a man of many problems up against some scary odds
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| We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods
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| It doesn’t happen overnight though, never, still I’m filled with wonder
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| Lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, good night for you bad night for me But I still love you lying down, k, i, s, s, i, n, g Not bad, not bad, not bad at all I tried your |
| shoes on Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon
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| Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl
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| Get me out of here, I’m drowning, I don’t like this modern world
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| Anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talent
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| Crying eyes, we’re so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silent
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| What do I know, who am I, my two left feet my big dumb face
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| I’d do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race
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| It’s all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat
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| Don’t look back don’t move a muscle
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| One false move that’s all she wrote
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech
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| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood of a Young Wolf , by - Buck 65. Song from the album Secret House Against The World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп