| Never straight and narrow
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| I won’t keep in time
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| Tend to burn the arrow out of the line
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| Been inclined to wander
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| Off the beaten track
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| That’s where there’s thunder and the wind shouts back
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| Grinder
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| Looking for meat
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| Grinder
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| Wants you to eat
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| Got no use for routine
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| I shiver at the thought
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| Open skies are my scene that’s why I won’t get caught
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| Refuse to bite the mantrap
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| Be led to set the snare
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| I love to have my sight capped everywhere
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| Grinder
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| Looking for meat
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| Grinder
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| Wants you to eat
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| I’ve held my licence
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| It came with birth
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| For self reliance on this earth
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| You take the bullet
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| On which my name
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| Was etched upon in your game
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| Day of independence
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| Stamped us like a brand
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| Round the necks of millions to the land
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| As the mighty eagle
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| I need room to breathe
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| Witness from the treadmill, I take my leave
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| Grinder
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| Looking for meat
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| Grinder
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| Wants you to eat
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| Grinder
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| Looking for meat
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| Grinder
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| Wants you to eat
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| Grinder |