| I can’t ignore what you said
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| From inside the boxing ring
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| I’m a lover, not a fighter
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| We’ll paint the black door red
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| We’ll party in the mezzanine
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| Because we’ve got karma like a rocket
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| We’re crying out honestly
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| This wild blood will set us all free
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| We’re crying out, do you follow me
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| This wild blood will set us all free
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| I can’t ignore what you said
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| From inside the cool kid scene
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| I’m a killer, not a thriller
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| We’ll fight in the hipster hell
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| We’ll soak it all in gasoline
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| Because we’ve got matches, we’ve got a fire
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| Rest my fear, lay my head
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| Drown my soul, paint it red
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| Wild blood, rule me now
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| Hold my hand, show me how
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| To recognize you |