| Yeah
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| We on safari
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| Playing the game
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| Oh ain’t it gory
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| We taking aim
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| We trading stories
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| Yeah I play it cool but feel my heart beat racing, racing
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| A million miles from home
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| A million faces I don’t need to know
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| Sometimes it feel like i’m seeing ghosts
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| Out on the road
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| I’m just lost in the zone
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| Wasting
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| All my friends are high
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| And nowadays I am gone all the time
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| And all my friends are high
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| And nowadays I am gone all the time, the time
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| You say the word I’m on my way
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| You say the w-
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| You say the word I’m on my way
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| You say the word I’m on my way
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| I said it’s hard to be
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| So young and alone
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| That’s why we never go home
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| We’re always around
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| You call me up on the phone
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| When the sun going down
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| And we fall into the fire
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| The fire
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| And I’m starting to think
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| That we weren’t supposed to be
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| Exposed to the brink
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| I got smoke in my clothes
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| And every time that I blink
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| I flash back to the moment when things weren’t so quiet
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| Yeah
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| And we are always high
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| And nowadays I’m gone all the time
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| And we are always high
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| And I am gone, I am gone |
| All the time, All the time
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| Whoa oh oh oh
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| Whoa oh oh oh
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| You say the word I’m on my way
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| Whoa oh oh oh
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| Whoa oh oh oh
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| All my friends are high
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| And nowadays I am gone all the time
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| And all my friends are high
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| And nowadays I am gone all the time, the time
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| God I’m feeling strange
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| But nothing really changed
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| Higher inner range
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| Just minutes from insane
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| God I’m feeling strange
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| But nothing really changed
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| Higher inner range
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| Just minutes from insane |