Headlights cut into the darkness
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Chaos in my head, moshpit
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We live fast, race
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Nothing will be left but bones
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Headlights cut into the darkness
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Chaos in my head, moshpit
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We live fast, race
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Nothing will be left but bones
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We keep chasing each other anyway
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We continue to earn money
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We keep stressing
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We're still chasing, we're chasing here
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We are only for a short time and we are wasting time
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If this is life, it is comparable to bass
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If you don't have love, you don't have freedom
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And if you want love, you have to sacrifice freedom
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I want to be with my son more than to do hunting
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Because love is in actions and not in some word
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And I want to spend my life only in the circle of loved ones
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Life is a show you buy tickets for, hm
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I have it before my eyes, a flashback
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Car, crash, airbag, fuck
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Life will burn like cotton wool
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You're Tatum in a second if you're not paying attention
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Zubáta is a bitch, she'll knock you down like a bitch
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And the cockatiels would like a new Dachau
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Shit, I'm just surviving, I've lost my mind a long time ago
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from the mud
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All-in every day, I try and play every day
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I don't want to race anymore, I just
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I play notes there in the temple I have
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So let's try to slow down
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I'm riding a horse race, like a jockey, bet
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On my horse, like a fool |
I'm running a race, throw it
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All money down, no interest
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I ride a race like a jockey
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Everyone bet on my horse but don't know
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That I'm not looking for a cheap pat on the back
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For a kiss from the cheerleaders, they are unlucky
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Unlucky as a deer
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If you cross the road at night, look at them
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And don't look away, what you see
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It is the moment of life on the edge
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Bavo full of young rascals runs through the dark
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From club to club between the city, forest road
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Poured, full of life and dreams, look into the bottle
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Place of avenue, trees and houses
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None of them wants to be here, nobody wants to slow down
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They roar at the driver, shut up, we have nothing to drink
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And we won't make it to the show
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Matys and Kenny are already behind
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And in a moment they will run on stage
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None of them can see, the pangate
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The silhouette of the light of the cart opens the gate for them
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So that they can go home, to the other side of the forest to the quarry
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Animals, wait for the disaster
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Just like a bunch of people in prison
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Now just a shock, a skid, a beast, a boom, a blinding glow
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At the end of the tunnel and the cloud, as in steam
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Mourning families and a couple of crosses at the altar
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The beautiful doe is silent, life is as the drama writes
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Or he's just trying to hint |
That we should slow down a bit!
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All-in every day, I try and play every day
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I don't want to race anymore, I just
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I play notes there in the temple I have
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So let's try to slow down
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I'm all in every day, all in every day
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Daily all in
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So let's try to slow down, so let's try to slow down
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All-in every day, I try and play every day
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I don't want to race anymore, I just
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I play notes there in the temple I have
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So let's try to slow down |