| Come join the party in the dust and the sand
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| Chip on your shoulder sweat and dirt on your hands
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| Machines in slumber start to lumber outside
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| Head full of numbers see the colors collide
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| Such safest Sanctuary
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| Droppin' them dollars on you thank you very
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| Much by the way no refunds
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| Back into the boneyard badlands we run
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| I saw a siren singing
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| Shifting through the shots-a ringing
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| Frying burning cuts-a stinging
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| Bringing you the pain
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| Come on down and join the party tonight
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| We ain’t the kind to turn away from a fight
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| Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands
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| Cause we’re breaking down the borders
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| As we light up the lands
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| You ain’t a skag, are you?
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| Old TK’s shack is just a derelict shell
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| Ain’t nothing left now but his notes and the smell
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| He used to watch over the Fyre and the Stone
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| Fan fiction told me that he died all alone
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| Splash bang so corrosive
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| Don’t get close if it’s explosive
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| Flash gang caustic crew
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| Simmer and smoke in electric blue
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| Hiss goes the radio
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| Vicious malicious a voice we know
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| Soon to reap the seeds you sow
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| Bringing you the pain
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| Come on down and join the party tonight
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| We ain’t the kind to turn away from a fight
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| Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands
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| Cause we’re breaking down the borders
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| As we light up the lands
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| C’mon trick out yer ride
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| Um… Y’know what they say
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| Better to die
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| At the wheel — crash and burn…
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| Uh… then… eh… die when you’re …
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| Not… in your car…
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| I hate you, Claptrap!
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| Come on down and join the party tonight
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| We ain’t the kind to turn away from a fight
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| Chips on our shoulders, sweat and dirt on our hands
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| Cause we’re breaking down the borders
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| As we light up the lands |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breaking Down the Borders , by - Miracle Of Sound. Song from the album Level 3, in the genre Альтернатива