| We were born in a desert storm
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| On thirteen tolling bells
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| And in a torrent of blood we did come
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| Upon this wicked world
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| Raised by bitches in leopard skin
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| Who taught us all the pleasures of sin
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| And right or wrong we’ve made mistakes
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| Playin' the hand of fools and fate
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| 'Cos WE’RE LIVIN'… We’ll live and burn!
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| 'Cos WE’RE LIVIN'… we live to burn!
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| We got broken bones and broken fists
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| 'n' a lust that doesn’t sleep
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| And in nightly hours with strange powers
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| The harvest of doom we reap
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| 'Cos WE’RE LIVIN'… We’ll live and burn!
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| 'Cos WE’RE LIVIN'… we live to burn!
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| We got a wild fixation 'n' a morbid fascination
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| For things that move us in the night
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| And every time I kill, I get a strange thrill
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| Like lovin' licks from the fire fight
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| 'Cos WE’RE LIVIN'… We’ll live and burn!
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| 'Cos WE’RE LIVIN'… we live to burn! |