| You hear the people talking you walk the wrong street
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| Painting all things black and step on your feet
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| Flabby stomach, styled hair, trousers full of air
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| Their morality is real ours isn’t there
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| They don’t know, no they can’t see
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| Our hearts close to the sun
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| Different in our hearts filled with
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| That faith we carry on
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| They just call us savage
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| That’s what I like to be
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| Let them call us savage
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| Cause that’s what we like to be
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| See the people wonder we run in our direction
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| Let the narrow-minded sleep we better do some action
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| Across the universe you smell the smell of lies
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| I’m trying to be the winner not the sacrifice
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| They don’t know, no they can’t see
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| Our hearts close to the sun
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| Different in our hearts filled with
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| That faith we carry on
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| They just call us savage
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| That’s what I like to be
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| Let them call us savage
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| Cause that’s what we like to be
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| See them run they know no fun
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| And look what they have done
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| In this world full of rules
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| We look just like fools
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| I know what they think when I see them lookin' at me
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| (Savage)
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| We come close every day to the time table life
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| So mart they start their backwards fight
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| I know what they think when I see them lookin' at me
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| (Savage)
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| One day they will drop the bomb
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| Cause it’s necessary to show the power
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| One day they will give a shit on what you say
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| They don’t know, no they can’t see
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| Our hearts close to the sun
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| Different in our hearts filled with
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| That faith we carry on
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| They just call us savage
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| That’s what I like to be
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| Let them call us savage
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| Cause that’s what we like to be |