| I was born without a name
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| A soldier for
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| The streets they say
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| This kid’s on a mission
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| Running high on fame of the guillotine
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| No roots to find and no one to miss him
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| My head is like a flame
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| Well we all get strange
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| And we know it
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| But we’re cool with it
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| And we all get a little bit older
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| In this day and age
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| But we deal with it
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| Shaking with a fire burning deep inside
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| Still the politicians they never listen
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| Blood money was a sound
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| I didn’t care to hear
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| Of which the politicians they only listen
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| My head is like a flame
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| And my eyes were red
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| Well we all get strange
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| And we know it
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| But we’re cool with it
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| And we all get a little bit older
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| In this day and age
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| But we deal with it
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| My head was like a flame
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| It was burning up, burning up
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| It was burning up
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| My head was like a flame
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| It was burning up, burning up
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| It was burning up
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| I became a child of the universe
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| Reborn into this galactic prism
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| My head was like a flame
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| Ah, my eyes were red
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| Well we all get strange
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| And we know it
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| But we’re cool with it
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| And we all get a little bit older
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| In this day and age
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| But we deal with it
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| My head was like a flame
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| It was burning up, burning up
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| It was burning up
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| My head was like a flame
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| It was burning up, burning up
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| It was burning up
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| My head was like a flame
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| My head was like a flame
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| My head was like a flame
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| My head was like a flame |