| Got myself black and blue banging my head off a brick wall
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| And what’m I gonna do, throw in the towel and crawl
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| Well flaming hot blood is just an excuse for a war
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| Got myself black and blue but I’m still desperate for more
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| No aggro, no aggro, no aggro
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| I’d rather be chicken than macho
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| I’d rather be oblivious than know how
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| Got myself black and blue dragging my fists from cheek to cheek
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| I’m a hostile creep, harmonies not up my street
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| Flaming hot blood is just an excuse for a war
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| Got myself black and blue but i’m still desperate for more
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| No aggro, no aggro, no aggro
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| I’d rather be chicken than macho
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| I’d rather be oblivious than know how
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| Than know how
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| No aggro, no aggro, no aggro
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| I’d rather be chicken than macho
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| I’d rather be oblivious than know how
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| I’d rather be chicken than macho
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| I’d rather be oblvious than know how
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| Than know how
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| Than know how
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| Than know how
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| Than know how |