| Tell me, are you feelin' wild? |
| Do you feel divine?
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| Right outside, there’s a riot, violently convicting alibis
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| And I don’t even wanna fight
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| Bubbling fear arrives, I was in the field of rite
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| Build up from the sediment that flooded the argument
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| I know they were right, I don’t really feel revived
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| Friend’s basement light, feel alive
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| It’s cookin' outside on both sides
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| And I don’t even even wanna fight
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| Your heart is on the team of righteous, I don’t really see the line
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| There’s more there to discern, to follow
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| I don’t even wanna fight
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| You’re peerless and I commend your artifice
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| I think I see your device
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| Never give progeny from holdin' back
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| I don’t even wanna fight, don’t wanna fight
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| Take it to the fire and take it to the fire
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| And bring it through the fire to loosen the wire
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| 'Cause I know, I know
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| I don’t ever wanna fight
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| Take it to the fire and take it to the fire
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| And bring it through the fire to loosen the wire
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| 'Cause I know, I know
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| I don’t got a war to fight
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| 'Cause I’m alive in the wild with the reckoning
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| I’m goin' out in style
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| 'Cause I’m alive in the wild with the reckoning
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| I don’t really wanna fight
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| Yeah, 'cause I’m alive in the wild with the reckoning
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| I don’t really wanna fight |