| I’ve got this
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| I’ve got this
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| I’ve got this
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| I’m slowly roasting under the solar rays
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| Been stuck in this hole for days
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| What virtuoso made the oh-so great proposal
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| Of drones with blades
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| Hey, don’t separate my nose and face
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| My looks will go to waste
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| I was low a moment ago
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| But pain’s a way to motivate
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| I don’t suppose they’ll float away
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| So I’ll make a new way to negotiate
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| I, turn over the page with no delay
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| I’m my own protege
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| I’m a dark soul with two hard shoulders
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| Known as the motorway
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| So don’t you dare overtake
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| Or you’ll need a new coat of paint
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| Severing extremities is a clever method
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| We use to lose a load of weight
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| Your tech’s like your culture:
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| Free for me to go and appropriate
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| Those flows provoke debate
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| Blowing up at an explosive rate
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| So debased I won’t associate with you
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| You’re overrated
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| I’d prefer to go on a date
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| With a moldy plate of roast potatoes
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| Craving so voracious I could float in space
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| And won’t be weightless
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| How the heck did I get so big?
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| Sticking tech to my exo rig
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| But it’s never sufficient
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| I’m already getting ready for the next growth
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| So let’s go dig
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| Never mind the gods and their schemes
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| We are the cogs in their machine
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| The wildest fighting dogs you’ve ever seen
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| Blood
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| Petrol
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| Metal
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| Sweat and dreams
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| Adapt to stress, disaster
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| Like a committed method actor
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| No happy ever after
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| A vicious metal raptor
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| With the extra X factor
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| Collecting tech scrap for
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| The aptitudes I have to yet master
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| Get faster
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| Test, you’ll get your neck snapped
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| So It’s messed up like It’s Glen Baxter’s sketchpad
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| That’s drenched in alphabet pasta
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| Sepp blatter
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| Deceptive bastard
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| Fully fledged engine of vengeful havoc
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| A tragic ending’s pending
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| When you’re a drunk trying to enter traffic
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| Shrapnel spins severed limbs
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| Liquidating everything
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| From megaliths
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| To insignificant details we see the devil in
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| We go to the CREO party
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| Dismantle the demonarchy
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| Don’t start when you can’t complete
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| Or your arteries will receive no heartbeat
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| Never mind the gods and their schemes
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| We are the cogs in their machine
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| The wildest fighting dogs you’ve ever seen
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| Blood
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| Petrol
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| Metal
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| Sweat and dreams
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| I’ve got this
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| Someone call a doctor
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| I’ve got this
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| Doctor, I’ve got this urge
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| But I’m lost for words
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| Feel like I’m on the verge of popping off
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| Do not disturb
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| Call off the search
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| I’ve lost my nerve
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| Giving you just desserts
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| I’m kicking you off of the kerb
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| My golly gosh, that must have hurt
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| (Never mind!)
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| Never mind the gods and their schemes
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| We are the cogs in their machine
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| The wildest fighting dogs you’ve ever seen
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| Blood
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| Petrol
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| Metal
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| Sweat and dreams |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Surge, artist - Dan Bull. Album song Generation Gaming XIII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп