| In some gone story of old
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| My pulse is raising
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| On boarders towers in flames
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| My pulse is raising while
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| New winds blow taste like the cold
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| Blinded by the sun, facing the wall
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| Copenhagen pop cartel
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| Let’s make it simple, back to the basics
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| But I’m gonna bring you the latest
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| And put smiles on their lips like a facelift
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| Flow so tight, like pants made out of latex
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| They better turn up the air-condition
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| I’m a shooting star, not running out of ammunition
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| Bloody good, something like a vampire
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| Right in the middle, l-l-like a campfire
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| Bullseye, it feels nice
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| This is the one, but I might hit you twice
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| And she likes it 'cause her ass wiggles
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| So I wanna taste her, she sweet like a bag of skittles
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| We’re so alive — yes, indeed
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| So those who wanna hate, may they rest in peace
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| Where I’m from they say that we split the seas
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| But I’m fucking amazing, to say the least
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| Heard the echo of
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| Never ending war
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| Won’t cut the weekend short
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| Freedom will answer your call
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| I used to be coldblooded, so now I’m cool forever
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| P-peace up, put your two and two’s together
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| Middle name; |
| G-E-N-C-K-E-L
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| Go ahead and pronounce that, fuck it, bring the bounce back
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| This is just a ref, this is just a test
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| This is just a wake-up call to my motherfuckin' self
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| Man in the mirror from this planet of terror
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| This planet of sex, I understand my reflections
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| I understand that I’m next
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| Yes, I understand what it takes to be the best
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| Be better than the rest
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| I think about it all the time 'cause I’m restless
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| I got the wisdom of a veteran, Scandinavian gentleman
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| Nope, I’m not being nervous, I was born this bloody arrogant
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| And I got no fuckin' clue what they’re singing in this hook
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| But it sounds dope, bring it back, whoop-ti-whoop
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| Heard the echo of
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| Never ending war
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| Won’t cut the weekend short
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| Freedom will answer your call |