| I feel your head exploding
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| And now I hear you mourning
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| For a world of never knowing
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| To nights of stepping out of line
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| With the wild kind
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| I see your body glowing
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| It’s not so easy to define
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| The wild kind
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| A spirit overflowing
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| Your secret, it starts growing
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| A world of whistleblowing
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| Is something to leave far behind
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| If you don’t mind
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| I see the cannons loading
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| I stay and fight
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| for the wild kind
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| You’re not the type to pass us by
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| We ask you, do you feel alive?
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| You’re not the type to keep this a lie
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| We ask you, do you feel alive?
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| You’re not the type to stand aside
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| We ask you, do you feel alive?
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| You’re not the type to pass us by
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| We ask you, do you feel alive?
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| You’re not the type to keep this a lie
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| We ask you, do you feel alive?
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| You’re not the type to stand aside
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| We ask you, do you feel alive?
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| I see the cannons loading
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| Let’s stay and fight
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| for the wild kind
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| The wild kind
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| Let’s stay and fight
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| for the wild kind |