| I became a man in the van from France to Japan
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| But we started in v-ås had a chance to advance
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| So we took it we’re looking to show ourselves and our fans
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| That the devious gees ain’t no flash in the pan
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| Give us cash in the hand
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| (we don’t live by your laws)
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| Like it’s us against the world
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| (and you can’t control us)
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| Since the year 2K i am my own boss
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| A rolling stone don’t gather no moss
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| And hardly no family or social structures
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| Outside the tour life still it’s so seductive
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| Tearing down another stage
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| Jump in the bus quick, singing Looptroop Rockers ain’t nothing to fuck with
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| I became a man with my band
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| Independently so go to hell with your plan
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| Never scared — never put our heads in the sand
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| 24−7 always there for the fans
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| After 15 years and ten thousand take offs
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| I felt that i had to land and then take off
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| But back then i was in it every minute
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| Get with it every hour every second til it’s finished
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| And another day go by
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| And another year go by
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| Ooh
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| Load it up and then go
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| Doing show after show
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| Never wanna grow old
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| Growing up on the road
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| And another month go by
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| And a decade go by
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| Ooh
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| Load it up and then go
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| Doing show after show
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| Never wanna grow old
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| Growing up on the road
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| Reminiscin 'bout the early nineties
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| If i could turn back the clock i’d be the first to rewind it
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| Immortal kids on a mission, it’s on
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| And since Looptroop were born, toys are long gone
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| Mockin' the long arm, stoppin' for no one
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| The rockers so strong you ain’t blockin' our song
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| From 021, worldwide and then back
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| I left the group but still DvsG’s intact
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| I remember when it felt like we had no agenda
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| No plans had a pad and a pen but
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| Still it felt like we free styled with life
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| Improvised living on the b-side of life
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| Like our lives was a hidden gem
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| All those things you had too, mattered little then
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| So young, seeing through all those games we play
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| And I still kind of feel the same way today
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| And another day go by
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| And another year go by
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| Ooh
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| Load it up and then go
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| Doing show after show
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| Never wanna grow old
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| Growing up on the road
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| And another month go by
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| And a decade go by
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| Ooh
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| Load it up and then go
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| Doing show after show
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| Never wanna grow old
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| Growing up on the road
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| (I sit back reminiscin' 'bout long gone days)
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| (We stand as one, building’s gonna fall)
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| (I gotta fly away)
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| (Flying away going North down South the South way)
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| (Me and the 'Troop were on constant tours)
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| Ooh
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| Growing up on the road
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| Did we grow up without growing old
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| Or did we grow old without growing up
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| I was out to bomb on the autobahn
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| 'Till the last drop of ink and all doubts were gone
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| Thousand miles from home but not alone
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| With my best friends on the road rockin' on
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| Plottin' on plans and schemes on how to reach the throne
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| Never not working though the weekend comes
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| And another day go by
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| And another year go by
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| Ooh
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| Load it up and then go
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| Doing show after show
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| Never wanna grow old
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| Growing up on the road
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| And another month go by
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| And a decade go by
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| Ooh
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| Load it up and then go
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| Doing show after show
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| Never wanna grow old
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| Growing up on the road |