| Yeah, yo
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| Even though my dream of touchin' the sky
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| Amongst the stars has died
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| I’m still alive, cigarette in the jaws is lit
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| The fire burnin inside, personal hell
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| Was stoked in Rocket Town, place I work and I dwell
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| Was hopin for support, hoping for the President’s word
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| For Shinra to give me more funds to manage my bird
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| The Tiny Bronco; |
| but, while hagglin' the head honcho
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| This emo kid and his friends jacked my ride, oh no
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| I chased 'em down pronto, hop on the plane
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| With a feelin that my girl will never do it again
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| I was right, it was shot down, I’m lookin at this Cloud clown
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| Thinkin that he guts and berzerk, this jerk is just dessert
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| And I’m about to chow down but, after the story I hear
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| About the end of the world approachin near
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| We converge paths, the world’s dead on arrival
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| Of the Meteor, we gotta stick together for survival
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| I need some materia for weapon material
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| Hijacked the Highwind and scratched off the serial
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| Lose Cloud, now I’m in charge, no half steppin
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| Find Cloud in the fallout of loose weapons |
| Find out that Shinra is loadin' up a rocket
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| To attack the meteor with materia; |
| gotta stop it
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| Reach space lookin around, my jaws gape
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| I escape in an oxygen pod to save the race |